#skip the following tags it’s gonna be pointless but -

[thegoodthebadandtheart]

long time coming, kansas.

#supernatural #a #wincest #sam winchester #dean winchester #i don’t even care about the mistakes in this anymore enjoyy #i used the ruler a bunch even tho i don’t really like it because it looks inorganic. but even i’m not so insane as to freehand all this #skip the following tags it’s gonna be pointless but - #i like the finale and you have to appreciate what its goal was to get it i think #but i also enjoy drawing in a universe where. you see it's like starrett said: #here dwell together still two men of note / who never lived and so shall never die #etc etc #these two survive and it is always eighteen ninety-five. you know? #floofy hair and everything.

[theinsanecrayonbox]

Sabretooth War part 3

Well…it’s better than the first two, and you know why I think that is

Lavalle seems to be helming this one. I went back to check Part 2 and yeah

Percy helmed the first two (and they had a diff artist interesting). So I’m wondering if they’re just gonna switch off issues.

Also

Arkady is once again Sir Not Appearing. Then again, almost all of these characters don’t appear in this issue, so idk what to make of this section anymore. But it’s weird right, that the rest of the X-Force cast AND the guest characters are here, but not him.

Anyways, story time. Geeze let’s see if I can remember because I read it last night but my phone refused to let me post about it, and this story does not have particularly great staying power…

We open on the Team X flashbacks as the previews told us. Savage and Camo call Vic out on not being a good leader

Wait he’s got metal bones again?? Would’ve been nice to have SEEN that happen instead of being TOLD about it. Also Savage knows Weapon X? I would’ve thought being Savageland lady her works might not have had one…huh. But wait, this is alternate reality adamantium; does it work the same, have the same poisoning effects, is that why Vic isn’t using his brain because the metals are rotting it away?? Is that where the adamantium coils came from? Did you melt some of alternate Red’s coils for your bones?? Boy what an uninteresting line of questions glad we skipped that story beat /sarcasm

Uh…what happened next…I think we followed Victor to bed?? Quinten’s head is in the jar like Headpool; it’s Orchis tech that apparently took a long time to learn how to use properly (again great job not showing us a good story). Vic takes a nap…Quinten makes a psychic call…to the Pit Gang

ARE YOU KIDDING ME! I was again JOKING about the whale jumping!! WHY is this a thing??? And oh look I was right, it doesn’t save the story.

Wait you guys had reality hopping too? HOW? WHY?? Yeah ok, we got screwed out of a whole miniseries for this gorefest didn’t we. Two boats reality hopping, earning character development, screwing up so many timelines, THAT’S an Exiles storyline, not…this. Argh.

Pit Gang is annoyed that they have to go back to work, but decide to do it anyways in a scene after the next bit, but I’m just summarizing it now because really, I don’t wanna focus on these guys longer than needed, they really are a distraction from the main focus.

Back with the SabreSquad, Savage and Camo are conspiring

Uhg gross. 1) that’s still a terrible retcon for Laura. 2) you actually are a clone because the respawn team made a second you (you) when the original you (Talon) was thought dead in the Vault, plus you have metal bones. 3) oh geeze they’re using alpha/beta/omega language, uh…not my fault (please don’t be my fault) (*I know it’s not really just laugh at the bit*)

Savage rips Laura’s jaw off, because we needed some ***sExY vIoLeNcE**{tm}. But hey, this and ripping into Camo earlier were the only gore fights this time, so it isn’t as bad as the others (so…Percy is the pointless gorehound…that seems to track). Oh and as a lady who suffers from scruff, Savage having some works fine for me; it was weird she was so smooth before, but I agree some with the tags that she needs some more muscle bulk and a bit of height.

Anyways, after torturing Laura it’s more conspiring to overthrow Victor time

1) No Camo you weren’t there when they fought Graydon, we have no idea where you came from. You might’ve been on the ship awaiting decapitation sure, but you didn’t escape and help beat up Graydon with the others. Lavalle wrote that part, how’d he forget?? 2) well we know from April solicits how this subplot will end, thanks marketing spoilers! 3) Pretty Boy really did have the braincell huh, cause this isn’t a good plan

We kinda bookend the issue with another Team X flashback as Vic is dreaming. He wakes up, Quinten head is also dreaming? It plays some sort of a map that Logan doesn’t like? Idk, but Vic is all “haha lemme derail what little plot there is and go do that instead next time” The End

Overall this issue was better than the previous 2, but it’s still not good. It very much feels like we cut out an important storyline just to do this, and yet now we are already bored of this and are cutting it short to switch to something else completely (gee I feel Ike I’ve said that about Percy storylines before). The flashbacks, though nice and will probably have a forced pay off eventually, feel out of place in this story format. There was less over the top gore and more focus on characterization so that’s good. But then we cut away focus for the Pit Gang and that kinda stalled things out; we already have too large of a cast of characters not getting enough focus (some completely forgotten) and this just adds yet another group that we’re not really gonna care about because they aren’t either of the title characters.

This whole thing is just confuzzling. Still gonna keep with it, but man, it’s still not going good.

#kp reads comics #kp rants about comics #sabretooth war #victor creed #sabretooth

[neotrances]

can you tell us abt how pecus and propin met? i’ve been reading through ur parousia tag and i am in love w the lore it’s all so cool

ya im glad u like it ^_^!! and sure this is a bit long even tho i reduced it a lot but lore below, also slight tw for homophobia in this !

propin has had many lovers as i said before, majority of them being mortals, and often when she’s among mortals she does not reveal that she is a god because she doesn’t like the worship, and prefers to be equals to everyone she meets

usually when propin gains a partner she fully intends to stick by then until she or they die, (and in many cases it’s usually propin that dies either attempting to protect them or from heart break when they hurt her in some way) in the world of parousia things like transphobia and homophobia exist, while parousia is intended to be fantasy i still want these elements in the story especially considering how gender plays a massive role in how the gods work

anyways! while propin is genderless she often calls herself a woman and does so most of the time regardless of her reincarnations physical traits bc gods experience gender differently

while all gods know of each other (only being able to recall name) when they reincarnate on parousia mountain they usually don’t actually meet one another as they all descend the mountain to do whatever it is they want, and because paxion is so big most gods only meet another god two or three times during each life they live, because of this every time propin reincarnated she never got to meet pecus, and the mountain top was empty except for perodi lingering around in the forest or watching from afar

anywaysss gonna condense this bc most of parousia lore is actual religion that i’ve written diwn with folk lore but some of that lore is unneeded for the gist of it all

propin while traveling the land meets 23 year old lilith, a rancher who is a closeted lesbian in a small moor town with open land surrounded by a thicker forest

lilith offers propin a place to stay in her grandfathers cabin (her mother passed during childbirth and her father fled when he found out liliths mom was pregant) as propin couldn’t afford to buy a room at the local inn (propin does not like carrying materialistic things like money) and propin accepts this offer so long as she can help with field work or whatever other chores can be done around the house so she wouldn’t be a free loader, she helps spin wool and shave the sheep on their ranch as well as feeding etc

liliths grandfather despises propin, he doesn’t like how happy she is, he doesn’t like that she’s staying at what is essentially the house he built and he doesn’t like that propin is so touchy with his grand daughter, that and propin encourages lilith to follow her dream of being a florist, a job only suited for the richest in the land, someone to cater fancy events with arrangements, and something liliths grandfather thought was pointless to go after

over a few weeks of bonding and sharing lilith room propin and lilith fall in love but lilith has to be secretive and propin doesn’t understand why, for gods gender and sexuality don’t matter, it is the mortals who came up with rules against two people of the same gender being together

yadda yadda angst skipping more lore yadda yadda a harvest festival is being held in town and lilith, her grandfather, and propin are settings up a small booth / stall with blankets and clothing to be sold during the festival, grandfather sits in the front alone, and propin and lilith end up dancing together in the back of their stall, but aren’t paying attention as propin dances with her into the lantern light of the town square, they end up kissing and townsfolk see and liliths grandfather rips them away from one another, propin relying on her cane because of being blind hits the ground and lilith can’t help her up

a small crowd forms as liliths grandfather shouts about his suspicions of propin being some kind of temptress trying to lead lilith away from pre (pre being the mother of all gods, and in this story would be a stand in for jesus) despite pre not having any written text or rules many mortals took it upon themselves to ascribe what they think pre would want, and homophobia happens to be something they considered pre would like

propin is unable to help lilith as she’s beaten for “indulging in sins” and lilith unfortunately passes away from the mob

gods are able to physically feel when a soul is leaving someone’s body and going back to pre, and propin, in a daze on the ground feels it happening and immediately goes into a rage, not understanding what sin lilith commited, not understanding why anyone was angry, and not understanding why lilith had to die for simply being happy

propin doesn’t like hurting people and has a hard time raising her voice, she has always been an extreme people pleaser as the goddess of love, and believes that most conflict can be solved with empathy and talking things out, however when propin snaps she is unable to control herself, and as one of the strongest gods when she decides to become violent, their is nothing to stop her until she is finished

she burst into flames and attacked everyone in the town, burning down homes and incinerating people, while doing this she accidentally started a forest fire and many of the towns cattle and other farm animals died, as well as local wild life, during her rage she grabs liliths grandfathers charred corpse by the neck and burns him until the head falls off (this is important to note because of how important decapitation is in parousias lore)

pecus (god of animals) who happened to be passing through the the time caught a glimpse of the fire and began approaching it to help any animals he could get away to safety thinking it’s an ordinary forest fire, when he stops dead in his tracks at the sight of a naked woman aflame

propin is standing in rubble and ash and covered in dirt in the middle of the town, everyone who lived there had died, every item for the festival all the blankets and food and art and pottery was reduced to embers

pecus had never seen this god before, and while most gods were known to mess with mortals for fun he had never heard of one doing something this violent, not even the goddess of war had created this much calamity, but he had stayed just to see what else they’d do, pecus then realized that person he was staring at was “propin” and he was certain she was the goddess of love, but why would the god of love do something like this?

suddenly propin dropped to her knees, her hair falling back down to her shoulders, no longer in flames, and she began crying, which is even weirder for gods, most being narcissistic and and having low empathy, crying after doing something like this on purpose was unheard of

pecus cautiously approached her and nudged her side but she was too distraught to realize he was another god and thought it was just a wild animal next to her, she began ranting and crying to him of how horrible she felt, how terrible of a person she was to do this, how she didn’t understand what happened and that she missed lilith and had she known she would’ve ran away with her from the start etc etc, propin in the state she was currently in was very close to dying from heart break

and pecus, after taking a moment to look at the ruined town again looked at her asked where liliths body was, propin, being slightly shocked realizing the animal next to her was a god went silent

pecus asked again but propin didn’t answer, and then asked her would she like to have a funeral but she didn’t know what that was

usually when gods die theirs no need for burial they reincarnate in seconds so none of them cared what happens to the body after, but with mortals they had rituals dedicated to sending off their loved ones, and propin was moved by the idea, and the little shred of love from the concept of a funeral kept her from passing away, together they worked through the night to turn the remaining wood and stone of the town into a burial site, dedicated to lilith

they covered it with flowers and carved different fauna into the wood and stone, propin cried the entire time, and would stop momentarily to rant and cry more, to which pecus would quietly listen to her

yadda yadda they leave liliths burial site together and pecus chooses to care for her, unable to explain why he’s grown fond of propin, maybe because she was so confusing, crying over a mortal was unheard of, maybe because she was a fool, why kill and destroy and then complain about it? maybe because he was jealous of how tender she talked of lilith, how despite him being aggressive and stand offish he wanted to be loved that softly, to be fought for with that much rage should anything happen to him

after some walking propin asked pecus to not tell anyone what she had done, still feeling guilty for her actions, and pecus, wanting to grow closer with this strange god agreed, pecus was used to caring for animals but not people, and certainly not other gods

the weeks that followed propin slowly got back to her old self, just a little quieter, she was kind and soft spoken and wouldn’t hurt a fly, but pecus couldn’t get the image of the animal she was when he first spotted her, and he might’ve even fell for her in that moment and decided for as long as they continue to exist he wants to stick close by to be someone she can rely on, or atleast someone that gets to see her at her most primal, in the name of love

pecus began visiting the mountain whenever propin died just to see what antics she’d get up to, and would occasionally visit to listen to her talk about whatever was on her mind, and while the tradition of pecus being her confidant technically started the night lilith died, it didn’t become reoccurring until pecus’s curiosity got the better of him and he’d visit her while she traveled andddd that’s it i cut a lot but basically that’s it

#parousia #✉️

[iamjustrobin]

✨glittery announcement✨

I'm almost sure i shouldn't be making a statement of this, but since i'm part of a "mostly minors" fandom, i guess i have the obligation.

As some of who have been following me here had noticed, i'm a fanartist. More specific, i do content for the dallas winston/ponyboy curtis pair, one that is already tagged for being "problematic" over here.

Even tho i did never posted nothing that can be considered "not family-friendly", I WAS practicing that kind of drawings recently.

What is my point with this? Well, i had a lot of time to think and i was keeping those practices "for myself". But honestly, at the same time i thought it was kinda pointless if i'm not going to share it (i only let a very selective group of friends watch those drawings). So, i decided that I WANT to share those works too.

I'm not going to post too publicly either, i'm going to add a "keep reading" option so you can skip it if you wish. The advertising is gonna be there with a reason. I'll create an specific tag too.

With all say it, now all i can do is pray because i have to be realistic, any bad comment/message/etc around this is gonna be immediately blocked.

Pd: I'm still gonna be posting cute/fluff content (because i love to draw that one too!). It just happened that i wanted to challenge myself doing other things and i'm liking what i've been able to do recently✨.

#glittery announcement #just laiza stuff #gonna start posting in a few hours (i think) #the freedom to unfollow if you are uncomfortable is there

[tinkerbellwoo]

Broken Wings - J. Wooyoung

Synopsis - You take a nasty tumble after going flower picking in a meadow far from home, that's when you meet a sweet fairy boy, Wooyoung.

Genre - Fluff

AU - Fairy AU

Pairing - Fairy!Wooyoung x Fairy!Reader (F)

Warnings - Swearing and mentions of cuts/bruises

Word Count - 1,400+ oopsies

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Minutes ago, all was well. You were gliding through the sky, weaving between trees as you clutched a collection of freshly picked flower buds to bring back to your den. Until one of your flowers fell from your grip, causing you to lose concentration and accidentally flying directly into a branch. 

You fell through many sticks and leaves as you failed to regain control, hitting your head against the rough bark on a tree before landing roughly on a large leaf where you lay motionless for a little while.

You’ve now managed to regain consciousness, sitting upright as you attempt to adjust to the situation, your head remains fuzzy but you seem to remember where things went wrong and how you ended up here. Examining your surroundings, you catch sight of your flowers, scattered beneath you and beaten by the tumble you took moments ago.

“Ah shit, my flowers...” You groan to yourself. Your knees and elbows sting due to the scrapes littering your skin. Fluttering your wings in an attempt to stand, you feel a sharp pain shoot through them to your spine, causing you to fall onto your hands and knees. “Fuck. You’ve got to be kidding” You hiss through your teeth at the pain.

Tears begin to stream down your face, partially because of the pain but also because you were so excited to go flower picking today and now your once-delightful outing just feels pointless. “What am I supposed to do now? I can't fly-”

Suddenly, you hear the light fluttering of wings. You look around in confusion, knowing full well it couldn't be your own pair due to the damage they received just moments ago. The surface of the leaf dips slightly as you look behind you. 

At first you’re fearful, what if you fell onto another colonies territory and they're angry? What if it’s a large bird coming to eat you? But all of your worries subside when you’re met with the sweet smile of the boy standing behind you. His wings are a shimmering gold, glowing against his pretty, tanned skin. His black hair frames his face beautifully as the blonde underneath creates an admirable contrast.

“Looks like you took quite the tumble there” He giggles “Are you okay?” He asks. You can't respond, you're far too focused on how attractive this stranger is. “Sorry, I should’ve introduced myself. I’m Wooyoung” He smiles, holding out a hand to help you up from the floor. You gladly accept his offer and dust the dirt from your legs as you find your feet.

“Hi uh- I’m Y/N and... I think I’m fine” You reply, slightly embarrassed that this gorgeous stranger has just witnessed you take the tumble of your life. “How embarrassing...” You whisper to yourself as a harsh blush spreads across your cheeks.

He giggles at your adorable state but your face burns more due to the feeling of his gaze on you. “Hey, it happens to the best of us” He comforts you with a hand on your shoulder. “Are you hurt? Your wings are damaged and it looks like you've got a few nasty cuts” He says, concern laced in his voice. 

“It hurts when I try to fly, the scratches don't bother me but I’m so far from home I just don't know what I’m going to do if I can't use my wings” You respond, gazing down at the floor in disappointment as you pull small twigs from your hair.

Wooyoung watches your sad expression, feeling unbearably sorry for you. He’s not one to take much notice of strangers but, when he saw you in the meadow his heart skipped a beat, his glittery aura flickered pink and his pointy ears twitched. He knew he may never see you again so he secretly followed you to find out where you came from. Right now he's doing his best to act like finding you was an accident.

“I don't live too far from here. If you come back to my den, I can give you some bluebell syrup. You’ll be healed by tomorrow and you can be on your way!” He says, hopeful that you'll accept his offer. “Sure, what other choice do I have right now” You laugh shyly. 

“Great! I-I’m going to have to carry you though... for obvious reasons” He blushes lightly. You giggle at the sweetness radiating from him, noticing the pink tint to his wings and the tips of his ears. A wave of confidence pushes you to wrap your arms around his neck as he holds you against him in preparation to take flight.

--------- Time Skip --------- 

“Feeling any better?” Woo asks as he disposes of the wet towels he used to clean your scuffs and scratches. “Mhm, thank you again for this. I really didn't know what I was going to do” You reply after sipping the last of the bluebell syrup he had prepared for you. “Of course!” He smiles.

“So I wanted to ask you something-” He begins with a serious tone before getting cut off by the door swinging open and rebounding off the wall. “YO BRO GUESS WHAT I JUST- woah who? what? when? how?” The boy practically yells followed by a string of questions upon noticing you.

Wooyoung pinches the bridge of his nose as he sighs heavily in disappointment. “You didn't tell me you had a girlfriend- OW!” The guy chuckles, slapping Wooyoung’s shoulders but yelping when he receives a tug to his wings as a sign to stop his teasing.

“Y/N this is San, my best friend. San this is Y/N, she's not my girlfriend. She's hurt so I’m helping her” Wooyoung introduces you both. His aura flickers pink again, causing you to avert your gaze out of shyness. “Ohhhh I see! Wooyoungie has a crush!” San cheers before being chased out of the den by an embarrassed and slightly angry Wooyoung.

“I’m sorry about him. You should get some rest if you want to be able to fly well tomorrow. Is there anything you need?” Wooyoung asks softly. “No I should be fine, thanks. Where should I sleep?” You reply. “Sleep in my bed and I’ll stay on the couch, comfort is the key to recovery!” He smiles. 

“Goodnight, Wooyoung” You call out. “Goodnight!” He replies from the next room. You pull the wool blanket to your chin, blushing profusely as you recap the events with Wooyoung today. Your pointy ears twitch as your wings turn pink before you drift off with a smile.

Waking up to the smell of freshly baked goodies, you climb out of bed and walk to the kitchen to find chocolate chip cookies and an elderflower drink to compliment the treats. “He’s so sweet” You whisper to yourself with a smile. He left a note next to the meal which reads: “Y/N, I hope you slept well and are feeling healthy! I’ve had to run some errands but will be back before noon. Please hang around until I return! - Woo :)”

You polish off the plate and wash up the dishes as you wait for him to get back, it’s the least you can do for him after his kind gestures. 11am rolls around and the gorgeous boy walks through the door with his hands behind his back. “Hi Woo, where did you go?” You ask, curiosity overcoming you due to his actions. 

He approaches you as the pink tint decorates his wings and his cheeks once again. “These are for you” He says as he holds out an array of colourful flowers and some buds of the flowers you had dropped during your fall. 

“I felt bad seeing how upset you were when you dropped your flowers yesterday so, have these! Also, I wanted to ask you yesterday but for obvious and unfortunate reasons, I didn't get the chance-” He says causing you both to giggle. “I was going to ask if you wanted to go on a date with me-” He starts before being cut off by you wrapping your arms around his neck in a tight hug.

“Of course I’ll go on a date with you!” You accept with a smile. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in for a sweet kiss. Both of your wings flutter as you embrace each other, a light dusting of glitter falling from you both as you swear you hear the light sound of bells ringing in your ears.

You knew from the moment you met him, he’d be the one for you.

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A/N - Okay sooo, this is way longer than I wanted it to be but its cute so we’re gonna stick with it and pretend like it ain’t as long as it is okay? okay! Lol I had fun writing this, I felt really creative and I definitely want to write different AU’s in the future. Thanks for reading :3 💙

Tag List - @simphwa @yunhoiseyecandy @jonghoisababie @multidreams-and-desires

#wooyoung #Jung wooyoung #Ateez wooyoung #kpop #ateez #Ateez fluff #wooyoung fluff #Ateez au #kpop au #wooyoung au #fairy wooyoung #fairy Ateez #Ateez imagine #Ateez soft #wooyoung imagine #wooyoung soft hours #wooyoung soft imagine

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

Among Us: Mansion Edition

Aight because I’m feeling stupid--I’m talking absolutely Willy Wonka--in this Chili’s tonight, I think it’s time I inundated you all in random crack ass Among Us Headcanons for the mansion. In no particular order: 

-Y’all see this post? This right here is Leo and MC. Don’t even @ me. He’s such a bastard and she glares at him the whole time while he just fucking dies laughing in their room. When Theo finds out? He howls with laughter too, later high fives Leo

-Dazai, Sebas, and Comte are the MOST sus players on earth. Like these mofos will handle accusations so calmly and dismantle them so quickly nobody fucking knows what they're actually doing??? The others always skip until there’s hard evidence, but because of that they will often survive by the time the tasks are done 

-Every single time Arthur has even the slightest bit of suspicion directed at him for being the imposter, everyone just immediately votes him off. Half the time he isn’t the imposter, and every single time people can hear Theo cackling from wherever he is

-One of the easiest ways to narrow down Theo as the imposter is to see how long Vincent survives HAHAHA (Vincent takes 13 yrs to do tasks)

-Since Vincent struggles with tasks a lot, Theo will often do buddy system (MC will often tag along too--but Theo will just straight up kill her when he’s imposter and tell Vincent she’s busy with another task LMFAO Vincent always scolds him after)

-Isaac hates being imposter. With every. Fiber. Of. His being. HE HATES IT!!! He vents, they see him immediately, they boot him. FML. Also gives himself away because he will usually kill Dazai and Arthur first, and stutters like a maniac trying to defend himself--has no good alibi in a pinch LMAO

-Isaac groans every single time he gets a task in the electrical room. His palms start sweating because he just knows someone is going to sneak in and snap his neck while frantically trying to connect wires. Arthur most often kills him that way just because he finds it hilarious to hear Isaac curse

-Leo, Arthur, and Shakespeare are the ones most known to sabotage while they’re imposters. Leo just loves being a headache of a person, Arthur finds it most efficient to murder in the course of the chaos (after there’s a kind of false sense of security, he picks them off), while Shakes just love watching everyone scatter desperately like mice.

-Shakespeare is 100% that imposter that like stays beside Vincent the whole time while he’s doing tasks, playing buddy system, and then the second the game is about to end just straight up murders him in cold blood out of nowhere

-Comte will almost always enact petty revenge if someone kills MC early in the game--or at all. Catch this mofo finishing his tasks lightening speed and sitting at the security monitors, slamming the emergency button the second he’s deduced who the culprit is. He’s usually the fastest to figure it out; how quickly he responds is another matter lol

-Jeanne gets caught in milliseconds because he won’t even care about the mechanics of the game, and finds sneaking boring/stupid/too much effort (also just bad with technology, it takes him forever to learn the controls). Will at least attempt to kill in isolation, but otherwise doesn’t much care about being stealthy--and so is often caught fast (always kills Comte first much to the man’s dismay)

-Mozart is...surprisingly good at the game? Not quite as skilled as the trio mentioned earlier, but he’s very good at coming up with air-tight alibis and employs a slow, methodical approach. Will have 5 or 6 of them dead before anyone suspects it’s him, kills randomized targets, and will frequent the security room while people are trying to figure out who it is. Will do buddy system with Jeanne, and will usually find the imposter to avenge his good friendo--otherwise just does tasks and chills if he ain’t imposter

-Leo just plays to have fun! He’s good at it but doesn’t really go hard enough to evade suspicion for very long if he’s imposter, mostly kills people he thinks will be most frustrated with being killed/least suspecting. People are usually yelling at him to complete his tasks bc he often zones out when he becomes a ghost LMFAO

-Leo and Comte sometimes do the buddy system, but honestly? They just devolve into murdering each other so fucking fast it’s pointless AHHAHAHAHHAHAH they’re just constantly squinting at each other; they don’t trust the other as far he can throw him (Idk if y’all have seen any of Vanoss’ streams on yt but I just keep seeing that clip of him in MedBay getting scanned and going “nogla you gonna kill me? just fucking kill me you fucking french bastard” when nogla lingers a little next to him and I start wheezing because all I see is literally Leo and Comte)

-Napoleon rarely gets imposter, so he’s usually spearheading the crewmate effort. Gets his tasks done very quickly (if he doesn’t get murdered; though he often has Isaac for buddy system) and camps outside the security room after making a few rounds. Usually figures out who it is fairly quickly--though his accuracy is spotty

-If Napoleon is imposter he tends to have a hard time killing people, so he’ll literally just pretend to do tasks and vibe until the time runs out. It’s the inactivity and aimlessness that tends to give him away

-MC tries to be stealthy, but she usually times her kills poorly or gets walked in on. Sometimes she manages to conceal the body or her boo looks the other way to let her indulge in the fun, but otherwise she gets found as imposter fast

-There are a few legendary rounds where MC manages to fool most of the house into thinking she’s a crewmate because they’re so busy pointing fingers at each other she just skates by easy, but she always feels horrible after for betraying their trust (the men all silently agree it was uproarious)

-Vincent as imposter is fucking hilarious because he’ll just turn himself in???? Like he won’t even try. Everyone will tell him it’s okay if he gets a little stabby--it’s part of the game--but he just has no heart for it. Theo will often switch devices with him to relieve him of the stress. These rounds are always so chaotic because it usually takes the residents a second to deduce the switcheroo

-You know how I said Shakespeare plays buddy and then kills Vincent in cold blood? The hilarious inversion of this is that Dazai will often try to follow Isaac to protect him but Isaac will run away, so they will often be chasing each other all over the map LMFAOOOO Dazai will do this regardless of whether he is imposter or not, so there’s really no way to tell if he’s just messing with Isaac or has a lurking killer intent

-If Theo is imposter? Pandemonium. He will kill people off one by one in isolation and vent so fast nobody can figure out who did what, always paying close attention to the tasks that need doing so he has a solid alibi. Because Vincent tends to believe him and verifies easily, it can take a little longer for people to figure out it’s Theodorus. Arthur and Dazai tend to be the ones that are the first to suspect it’s him

-Sebastian will often be doing his tasks, just chillin. One can usually see him buddy system with Napo and/or MC. He loves to watch the other men be imposter and notes down their go-to tactics and reactions to killing and being killed in the game; especially if it’s uncharacteristic of them. All well and good right? 

-Sebastian as imposter? The funniest shit in the world. He’s similar to Isaac in that he hates it, mutters apologies and grimaces every time he has to kill people (note: he does not include Arthur and Dazai among people, sometimes smiles a little if he takes them out;;;;). Will lie convincingly only because his voice/writing does not waver--his stoicism serves him well. When he has to kill Napoleon, though? Forget it. He apologizes a million times after, but honestly Napo just finds it hilarious--will just be like “well-played, Sebas, as expected of our resourceful butler.” Sebas still. Feels guilty. Like you can literally look at the chat history and see Napo as ghost like “AAHAHAHHA oh he killed my ass, nice” while MC’s like “lolol” and Jeanne like “he got me good too, never saw him coming in nav”

-Person who gets killed the least? Vincent (I mean come on, it’s Vincent.) MC is runner-up. They don’t like killing her, but there are a lot of idiots in the mansion that do it just to get a rise out of her (cough Leonardo/Dazai) or just because she’s an easy target in the moment

-Person who gets killed the most? Usually Arthur, runner-up Isaac (Arthur because everyone seeks to get back at him for his shenanigans irl, Isaac because he tends to get indecisive/nervous)

-Also this happens to Dazai once as imposter (Isaac plans it out of sheer spite) and the entire mansion was wheezing about it for weeks

In-game Colors: 

Comte: yellow/white/black (when he’s feeling emo) + little baby accompaniment or party hat  Napoleon: black or green, cyan when he’s feeling chaotic + sergeant/army hat Leonardo: brown + toilet paper roll Vincent: yellow + green sprout Theo: dark blue or red (feral energy) + cowboy hat or gladiator helmet Isaac: pink + cherry Arthur: dark blue or lime + backwards cap Dazai: purple or yellow + toilet plunger or bird’s nest Jeanne: always purple + “DUM” sticky note Mozart: cyan + surgical mask Shakes: red or orange + flamingo hat Sebas: always black + either the ninja mask or the chef hat

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp napoleon #ikevamp mozart #ikevamp leonardo #ikevamp leo #ikevamp arthur #ikevamp vincent #ikevamp isaac #ikevamp theo #ikevamp jeanne #ikevamp jean #ikevamp dazai #ikevamp comte #ikevamp saint germain #ikevamp sebastian #ikevamp sebas #ikevamp shakespeare #among us headcanons #yall i have said i before and im gonna say it again #among us? #is the new mario party #you do not play that game to have fun #you play it to destroy the bonds of trust between friends and loved ones #one moment all is well--the next you have a knife in your back AHAHAHAH #literally the chaos that would ensue from the mansion playing would be on another level #nobody asked for these but lbr would i be minnie if i didnt clown #sometimes minnie can have a little ikevamp nonsense--as a treat #not incorrect quotes #rambles

[aetm-malereaderimagines]

Can I request one for Haikyuu where Hinata shows up to practice disheveled and late...even more than usual so the team decides to follow him to see that he has a boyfriend (who’s actually shorter than him). Sorry if this doesn’t seem that good but thanks anyway for reading this. :)

Howcould you even think your request isn’t good?! It’s perfect! Itwas so fun for me to write since I myself am taller than most ofKarasuno guys – itwas something I would have never thought about writing myself :D I’msorry if it isn’t as good as you expected, I’m having kind of aslump right now. That’s why I closed the requests for now—I’llprobably open them again once I finish writing all the request I havein my inbox now. Anyways, I hope you’ll still enjoy this shortscenario and maybe send in another interesting request sometime inthe future!

Pairing: Hinata Shōyō x Male Reader

Word count: 1865

隠しきれぬもの — What You Can Never Hide

 “Where the hell is Hinata?!”

The atmosphere in the gym was heavy as a mountain. If you found yourself anywhere in the five-meter radius of Daichi, you would probably feel the dark miasma seep into your lungs and penetrate your veins. That is probably why no one even tried to approach Daichi, keeping their distance from the angry captain.

As much as Daichi looked angry on the outside, on the inside, he was actually more surprised than angry. Everyone was surprised, truth be told. It wasn’t uncommon for Hinata to be late to classes. It wasn’t uncommon for him to forget his homework. It wasn’t uncommon for him to get lost on his way home. But he never skipped practice—not without notifying anyone about it.

It was all the stranger that it wasn’t even the morning practice—in that case, Daichi would be worried that he had gotten lost in the mountains or something. But it was the afternoon practice and Hinata was perfectly fine just about half an hour ago in class. According to Kageyama, he had rushed out of the classroom as soon as the bell had rung and had been nowhere to be found afterwards.

“Calm down, Daichi, he’ll be here in no time!” said Suga, the only person bold enough to get close enough to Daichi to pat him on the shoulder. Besides, it turned out he was right.

Just as Suga finished saying those words, the door to the gym was smashed open and a ball of flaring orange rushed in.

“I’m… sorry… I’m… late…” Hinata promptly apologized, panting.

The panting wasn’t the only thing the team noticed about Hinata, though. There definitely was something off.

Hinata’s hair was always in disarray but this time, it somehow managed to be even more tousled than usually. The belt in his pants was barely buckled, his shirt wasn’t even properly buttoned up and his face was all red—a little bit too red, even if he had run all the way here.

“What took you so long?” asked Daichi, trying to keep his cool—which wasn’t actually that hard. He felt strangely relieved. If Hinata hadn’t come to the practice, Daichi felt like his world would have been turned upside down. Hinata foregoing his training was something that just didn’t fit in Daichi’s world anymore.

“I, uhm, I got stuck in the toilet,” Hinata answered looking away to the side, not meeting Daichi’s eyes. Daichi wasn’t exactly satisfied with Hinata’s answer but before he could inquire anymore, the second-years arrived.

“Your stomach acting up again?” Nishinoya asked, bumping his shoulder against Hinata’s.

“What the hell did you eat this time?” Tanaka followed with a smirk, his hands on his hips, leaning in to see Hinata’s face while Hinata was doing his best to avert his gaze.

“I don’t know… Might have been something I ate yesterday… I don’t remember…” he mumbled.

Daichi frowned. Hinata clearly wasn’t acting weird. He was late to practice, he wasn’t being his usual cheery self, he was all disheveled and dodgy about what he’d been doing… This needed further investigation.

But not now.

“Just leave him be,” Daichi said to Tanaka and Nishinoya. “We’ve already lost too much time. Let’s start the practice. And you,” he turned to Hinata, “go get changed. Why the hell would you come to the gym in your school uniform?”

“Roger!” Hinata exclaimed, happy to get out of the interrogation. He rushed out of the gym to grab his training clothes from the club room while everyone started warming up.

Daichi was curious. But his curiosity had to wait.

It turned out Daichi wasn’t the only one curious.

The moment the practice came to its end, Hinata excused himself and rushed out of the gym without any additional training or even helping to clean up. No one tried to stop him—everyone was just too suspicious of his unusual behavior to say a word.

Daichi was looking at Hinata go when Tanaka came up to him.

“Daichi-san, Daichi-san! Don’t you think Hinata’s been acting strange today? Don’t you wanna find out what’s going on?” Tanak said with a smirk on his face. He was clearly onto something.

“I am. But if Hinata doesn’t want to talk, how else can we find out what’s going on?” answered Daichi, his arms crossed on his chest.

“It’s simple! We’ll tail him!” Nishinoya cut in with a smirk to match Tanaka’s and Daichi let out a sigh.

“Normally, I would never agree but in this situation…” he trailed off, looking around, finally lying his eyes on Sugawara. “Suga! Go with them and keep an eye on them!”

“Roger!” Suga, who had been listening to Tanaka, Nishinoya, and Daichi’s conversation anyways, agreed right away. “I was going to tag along anyways!” He admitted.

And so they dispatched. They managed to catch up to Hinata by the school gate and followed him from there, keeping their distance. Hinata was in a hurry and looked straight ahead most of the time so they didn’t really have to hide even once on their way but they had to be careful not to lose sight of him.

“Where do you think he’s going?” Tanaka asked, watching Hinata go past Sakanoshita Store without stopping even once, trotting down the hill.

“Well, he’s certainly not going home,” Sugawara answered, giving a small bow to Ukai Coach’s mother as they passed the store themselves. “He left his bike at school and I doubt he’d try to cross the mountains on foot. He’s not that stupid.”

They went by Tama Mart and Takinoue Electronics, leaving the town center behind and arriving at the foot of the mountains surrounding Karasuno but Hinata kept walking. A few more minutes went by before a torii gate came into their view. At this sight, Hinata quickened his pace, running up to the gate as fast as he could. It was then that Suga noticed there was someone standing by the gate. He gestured toward Tanaka and Nishinoya to hide around the corner.

There was a boy standing by the torii, at the foot of the stairs leading to the shrine. He was fiddling with his hair although he stopped and his face lit up when he saw Hinata running up to him. He was even shorter than Shōyō and if he wasn’t wearing Karasuno’s uniform Suga would think he was a middle school student at best.

Hinata ran up to the boy, visibly exhilarated, although Suga couldn’t hear what they were talking about from this distance. He could, however, see that Hinata, after quickly looking around to make sure there was no one in the vicinity, greeted him with a kiss.

A lot of things ran through Suga’s head at that moment but what made his heart skip a beat was the fear of Tanaka and Nishinoya’s reaction. He quickly shook the shock off and looked to the side where the two second-years had been standing but they weren’t already there. He jumped out from behind the corner and saw Tanaka and Nishinoya running up to Hinata and his boyfriend with an ungodly speed. He followed them immediately.

“Tanaka, Nishinoya, don’t you dare…” But he was already too late.

“Why the hell do you have a boyfriend and I don’t?!” Tanaka charged into Hinata and crushed the poor boy with his arm, wrapping it around his shoulder and pulling him towards himself, ruffling Hinata’s hair playfully with the other. Nishinoya quickly followed the example set by his friend jumping onto Hinata with a loud “Why didn’t you introduce him to us earlier?!”

Sugawara was pleasantly surprised. Given the second-years’ rowdy personalities, he wouldn’t be surprised if they said something they shouldn’t.

Relieved, he turned to the shorter boy.

“It’s the first time we’ve met, right? I’m Sugawara Kōshi, vice-captain of the volleyball club. These two rascals are also our members, Tanaka and Nishinoya. Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you.” Hinata’s boyfriend seemed a little surprised but he gathered himself together quite quickly. “I’m Y/N, Hinata’s boyfriend.”

Meanwhile, Hinata was screaming internally in dismay.

“Why are you telling them, Y/N-kun?! I’m not gonna hear the end of it now!” cried Hinata.

You shrugged.

“It’s you who kissed me in public. I mean, I don’t mind it, I’m just saying it’s not my fault.”

“I’m really sorry for these two,” continued Suga, pointing to Tanaka and Nishinoya. “We didn’t mean to disrupt your… date?” he adding questioningly.

“Yeah, we were going to pray at the shrine so we can win the next match and then go for a date,” Hinata said dejectedly, deciding it was pointless to lie at this point. His teammates didn’t seem to mind anyways.

“Why are you making your boyfriend pray for you?!” Tanaka elbowed Hinata, making him flinch.

“Y/N said he wanted to pray for me too!” Hinata excused himself.

“I did,” you confirmed. And you really did. If there was anything you could do to help your boyfriend, you wanted to do it, even if it was just praying at a small shrine in the mountains.

“Why don’t we go together then?” Nishinoya suggested and everyone’s eyes turned to him. Tanaka’s face lit up.

“Let’s do this!” the bald boy exclaimed. “Nice idea, Noya! I mean, it’s not like we need gods’ help but it won’t hurt, right?”

“You’re gonna come with us?!” Your face lit up and Hinata felt a clutch in his chest. To him, you were the cutest in this world and he couldn’t help but melt whenever he saw you smile. “I’ve been wanting to meet Hinata’s teammates for ages but he just wouldn’t let me!” You added.

“That’s right, Shōyō! Why didn’t you introduce us?!” Noya asked.

“I… I didn’t know how you’d react…” Hinata said sheepishly.

“What are you talking about?” Tanaka tilted his head, genuinely bewildered. “Oh, you mean that he’s shorter than you? I was surprised at first, like, how can anyone be shorter than Hinata! You know? But jeez, who cares! Let’s just go and pray!” he added and started climbing the stairs; Nishinoya followed him, gesturing to Sugawara to do the same.

You smiled to yourself. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t at all worried about how Hinata’s teammates would react to you two dating. But now that it all actually got out, it turned out you hadn’t had anything to worry about in the first place.

Hinata pulled your hand.

“I’m sorry it had to be like this. I wanted to spend some time alone with you,” he whispered into your ear.

You smiled and pulled him into a hug.

“I don’t mind it. I’m sure it’ll be fun. Those Tanaka and Nishinoya seem like fun people and Sugawara-san looks really kind. Besides, we can spend some time alone together at night.”

Hinata pulled away.

“Anyways! Let’s go! The sempais are waiting for us!” he said and started climbing the stairs. You decided to follow him. Nishinoya was waving at you from up the stairs.

You couldn’t see Hinata’s face from behind but you could tell he was blushing. He was red up to the tips of his ears.

#crimsonphantom23 #hinata shoyuo #hinata #hinata x reader #hinata shouyou x reader #hinata x male reader #hinata shouyou x male reader #reader insert #x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu!! male reader #haikyuu!! x male reader #reader instert #male!reader #male reader #male reader insert #x male reader #scenario #imagines #haikyuu!! imagines

[littlespaceporgs]

The Clone Wars Reacts - Part 5

Or Leah loses her shit at Jar Jar, thirsts for Aayla Secura for an episode and a half, and then swoons for Riyo Chuchi.

Welcome once more to the Reacts series! I’m a busy woman for now but I am setting up a schedule for this series which will be

Today we’re covering episodes 12, 13, 14 and BONUS! 15. This is because I got super bored during episode 14 and basically didnt write anything so, here you go! As per usual, major spoiler alert for season 1 of the clone wars! If you haven’t read the previous parts to this series, I suggest you do so that you can follow along! 

Part 1 - Episodes 1 and 2 Part 2 - Episodes 3, 4 and 5 Part 3 - Episodes 6, 7 and 8 Part 4 - Episodes 9, 10 and 11

Tags (if you want to join, my taglist can be found on my page!): @likeshootingstarsinthenightsky @girlvader @simping-for-fives @littlevodika @hounding-around @pro-fangirls-unsocial-life @onabouteverything @acciokenobi @catsnkooks @captainrexstan @roseofalderaan @fractiouskat

We’re well past the half-way point, so there is 2 parts left of season 1, and then onto season 2! So lets get into it!

Episode 12: The Gungan General

> heheheheheheheh jar jar I am KEEN

> I get hondo and jar jar in one episode

>> this’ll be funny

>>> actually no scratch that, this is gonna be hilarious

> oh and they woke up in a cell this will be fun

> HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA AND THEYRE BOUND TO DOOKU

> DISASTER I TELL YOU

> “if I keep my mouth shut you’ll devise a plan so get off the god forsaken planet?” “YES”

> this dude seems traitorous as fuck (im referring to one of the pirates, not dooku shockingly)

> I wish Ahsoka and Yoda were in this too, I want more disaster lineage

> ah he is indeed a traitor

> “HEIDY HO CHANCELLOR”

> JAR JAR WHOO

> “stop messing around, we’re landing. Secure yourself” “MESA TRYING ITS STUCK”

> promptly followed by jar jar falling everywhere

> oh and now he’s in the cockpit

> oh shit that senator guy is definitely dead right?

> “do control tour protégées insolence” “anakin, control your insolence, the count is concentrating”

> “do we know where we’re going?” “Ssh anakin” “DO we know where we’re going?”

> is it safe? Of course it i- riiiiiight

>> I forgot this was the clone wars for a second, this is gold

> FRIENDS DONT DRUG FRIENDS HONDO

> y’know, dooku’s quite amusing when he’s not trying to kill my favourite characters

> “are you now in command” “uh no, binks is the highest ranking” ooooohhhh boy

> ooooooohhhh and some mind tricks too, nice

> I hate to say this, but jar jar is actually smart

> holy shit

> beasties are nearby too, we’ll be fine. they run, we run

>> Dayum jar jar actually making good decisions?

> I present a real and accurate image of my reaction to this statement

> Mesa be having an idea oooohhh booooyyy

> obi wan that is no way to speak to your grandmaster

> be patient master the count is elderly and doesn’t move like he used to

> I would kill you both now if I didn’t have to drag your bodies

>> HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH this is the only reaction I’ll accept

> then falling all over each other is the only thing I’ve ever needed to see

> “ this is not going well” no shit

> my question is why did obi wan not drop Dooku?? Does he actually still care about this man?

> you’re right, I don’t think youre going to be friends 🤦‍♀️😂

> sneaky lying snake

> bruh they don’t even know you’ve got the Jedi captive??????????

>> so how does that work you dumbass

> no shit, you will look like fools obi wan

> “there be some bombad clankers” 😂😂

>> “huh YOURE right, bombad clankers” I love the shock

> YOURE RIGHT HE IS SMARTER THAN HE LOOKS, GIVE JARJAR SOME CREDIT

> oh boy anakin, just keep your mouth shut genius

> man electrocution doesn’t look like fun

> HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAH

> The next few lines of confused joy are me reacting to jar jar somehow single handedly taking out 3 tanks

> what the fuck

> JarJar I I’m what-

> JUST DID A GOOD THING, I DONT REGERT THIS THING AT ALLLLLLLL

> fuckin JarJar was great

> “KILL HIM HES NOT A REPRESENTATIVE, HES A PLAGUE” I’m ded 💀😢💀

> serves you right you snake, now dooku gonna choke your ass

> oooohhhhh that’s how these two twits (hondo and obi-wan) became friends

> “and... he knows where you live” Oof the subtle threat is real

> hem I love obi wan very much and his sarcasm

 Episode 13: Jedi crash

> I JUST SAW AAYLA I AM EXCITED I AM ALSO ATTRACTED TO HER VERY MUCH

> SHES HOT

> I LOVE HER

> AND HER VOICE JUST MAKES ME ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️

> I wish I was bly, not gonna lie

> I have a quick question - the 501st colour is blue right? Then why do they have a gold squad, doesn’t the extra colours just confuse things?

> I love seeing anakin and Ahsoka in action coolest thing to watch

> And anakin

>> I am also quite attracted to him

>>> imagine dragging your hands through that hair as he- wait no I have minors in my followers not gonna finish that

> Uh oh

>> Oh anakin you twit

>>> HE LOCKED HOMSELF IN WITH AN EXPLOSION JDGKJDJFKFKFKFKFF

> HES INSANE

> Are all Jedi so reckless? Just the good ones - love this by the way

> Oooohh shit for a STAR

> I mean like? I know anakin doesn’t die, but this shit is concerning

> Perfected the art of destroying ships and getting master almost killed? Sounds familiar

> I hate it when they just call them “padawan “ it just feels very impersonal like bleh

> Like I love aayla but god the Jedi preach some bullshit

>> God forbid someone raises a child and gets attached to it

>>> Like for fucks sake

>>>> Can you tell this is something I’m passionate about?

> Anyway, moving on

> Oh hi anakin! You’re alive!

> That bird lookin thing is tryna eat my boy 😤

> Oop - well that dudes dead

> Aawwwwwww aayla looks so sad, this makes me sad too

> Can we just appreciate this?

> Well these little critters are cute

> Ooooohhh I think I agree with this little dude

> You can skip the paragraph if you like, its just me going off about ‘peacekeeping’

> Alright gonna get mildly into it for a second, the clone wars really gets into it with episodes like this, displaying how the entire galaxy was starting to lose faith in the Jedi and their peacekeeping ways, in the movies we just got that people just started hating the Jedi because they became part of the war, but this really fleshes it out and shows just how slowly and gradually the loss of faith is. Because he’s right, the Jedi aren’t peacekeepers anymore, they bring as much destruction with them that the separatists do and have become symbols of war. They’re fighting for a good reason yes, but they can no longer claim that they are peacekeepers or that they played no role in this war.

> ANYWAY BACK TO REACTS

> AH MY TWO FAVOURITE WOMEN AND A PRETTY BACKGROUND AGAIN!! They really do be doing me a great service

Part 14: Defenders of Peace

> I’m really not into this episode, just saying it now

> Anakins just as bad as obi wan, like honestly just chill bro, fucking REST

>> MY BOYS DESERVE SOME GODDAMN REST AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL OK-

> Okay but is it taking a life if it’s a droid?

> Ugh this dudes ugly as fuck

> What did you think was gonna happen?? Of course your village was going to be ransacked

> I could go on forever about the pointlessness of this war like it just makes me mad palpatine you slimy git-

> My reacts this episode are really boring huh, I’m not into it 😭

*fully I didn’t write anything for about 10 minutes here because it’s just a little boring*

> HOLY SHIT NOW THATS A FUCKING WEAPON

> Yep sorry that’s it for this ep, I’m so bored 😂

>> Anyway, bonus episode because that one was short!

Part 15: Trespass

> YES OBIWAN WOHOOOOOOOOOOOOO

> AND IS THAT RIYO CHUCHI I SPY?????

> Hahahahahahahhahahaha it’s not tatooine, you got that right

> Oh god this dude already sounds like a dick (its the chancellor dude but not palpatine)

> Why’s he so defensive over it?

> Oh yikes, that does not look good

> Seppies don’t do that though - this is... odd

> Ah and the same thing has been done to the droids

> Off topic, but I think I’m going to make a clone wars drinking game that I can do while I do my reacts, so I’m going to make that this week, send me your ideas in the comments or dm me!

> Back to ep - pfffffffttt obi wans little taps and then anakin really goes WHACK

> Anyway I’m going to do this in the next couple days and then every Friday night I’ll watch a few eps and drink away

> Alright back to the episode once more

> Abominable snowman????

>> Definitely

> This is gonna go well isn’t it?

> “Well? Say something”

>> “Just shut up” *visible eye roll*

> What the fuck is their mouth

> Okay really obi wan, I think it’s pretty clear they don’t speak basic

> YEEEEEEAAAHHH THATS MY BOI ANAKIN

> Awwwwwwww that shits cute, fucking bear huugggg I want to be hugged like that

> I’m not fussed if it’s anakin, obi wan or kit fisto but please someone love me

>> Preferably kit fisto

> Anyway this dudes a dick (again, its the chancellor dude)

> They obviously have intelligence, and this dude has issues

>> I’m thinking he’s trying to compensate for something 👀

> Oof you really gonna tell a Jedi what to do?

> HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA the other people’s were there already

> Ugh he reminds me of my very racist grandparents oh boy

> You’ve been told like 4 times that it is not your jurisdiction anymore and you still can’t take it?

>> BRUH

> She’s so tiny and adorable and her voice is just 🥰🥰🥰🥰

>> Oh no

>>> I’m simping for another character

> Surely this guy dies

> HAHAHAHAHAH HE JUST GOT SPEARED SERVES YOU RIGHT MOTHERFUCKER

> What a dick, he shall not be missed

> She’s just, so pretty??? And smart????

>> FUCK MY BISEXUAL ASS CANT HANDLE THIS

> he’s seriously not dead yet?

> AAAHH RIYO YOU SMART GIRL YEEEEESSSS NEGOTIATE THAT PEEEEAAACCEEEE

> THATS MY GIRL SENATOR CHUCHI YEEEESSS

Welp that’s it for today folks, it was lovely, see y’all at some point this week where I say the drinking game rules and then next drunken Friday (even though these are gonna be released on saturdays but I write them on fridays?)

#the clone wars #tcw #the clone wars reacts #reacts series #star wars ahsoka #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #obi wan kenobi #kit fisto #riyo chuchi #jar jar binks #basically a leah simp fest #fucking sigh #it took one (1) ep for me to simp

[kilyra]

You Gotta F*ck Dead Guys?

A/N: My apologies right off the bat because Eric doesn’t actually make an appearance until towards the end - but until then, there are a few fun cameos! This follows immediately after “You Work for Him?” Like essentially a Pt 1, Pt 2 situation. 

After Eric’s display at Merlotte’s, you decide to head out outside and find him. That turns out to be a very, very bad idea.

Warnings: Bad language and violence. No spoilers though (I myself am only on S3 or 4, so this is an early Eric style fic…also, please don’t send me any spoilers).

If you want to be on my tag lists, (all or just a character) just let me know! (Credit for this amazing gif goes to @bonniebird​​​. Thank you SO much!)

Pressing your back against the wall, you were trapped by Lafayette's knowing stare when all you wanted to do was get back to your table. Finally, you raised your eyebrows in a silent question – what?

“You gonna tell me what that was all about or do I actually have to ask what the hell it is you got yourself into?”

“I didn't do this,” you snapped as your eyes darted to the side.

The adrenaline had yet to subside from your veins even more than an hour after Eric had left Merlotte's. Every time you calmed down, the scene would replay in your head and your anxiety spiked all over again. Taking a moment in the washroom and splashing cold water on your face didn't snap you out of it.

Your string of drinks almost had but...

Lafayette's voice dropped as he pointedly tilted his large metal spatula in your direction. "Girl, I'm not playing here. Eric fucking Northman would never come all up in this place for no good reason.”

Your mind skipped over why he had such strong opinions about the vampire and went straight to his accusations. Waving him off, you continued side-stepping along the wall – this was the last thing you needed. "Why don't you ask Sookie?"

“Well, honey, that's hard to do when she's a no show.”

Although he never tried to block your exit, his blunt statement stopped you just as effectively. As you swallowed back the new surge of panic that scrambled up from your chest, he leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. He was clearly waiting for you to come back to him with an expectant quirk of his eyebrow.

Running your tongue over your lips, you took a deep inhale. It didn't help. “She...didn't show up today? As in she's...missing?”

Taking a long moment, Lafayette's eyes dropped over you, making no effort to hide that he was searching you, head to toe, for visual clues of what was going on. “As in she called to say she couldn't make it. Again.”

A small glimmer of relief settled over your fear. It still wasn't good, but at least she wasn't dead. The fact that your mind went straight to death was something else you couldn't deal with. “I have to go.”

“Mmmhmm," he hummed in an irritated tone but didn't try to stop you. He had always been good at reading you and especially at knowing when it was pointless to push.

Hoyt and Jason immediately stopped their conversation as you approached the table and scooped your jacket from your side of the booth. Softly, Hoyt tapped his knuckles on the table to get your attention. “Oh, what? Sick of us already?”

You needed to find out what was going on, and Eric obviously wasn't coming back to the bar.

Scoffing lightly, you plastered a relaxed grin on your face. It came shockingly easily to you. “No, no, my ride's here is all. So thanks, it was fun...and hopefully tomorrow won't be such a shitty day.”

Rolling his eyes with a half shrug, Hoyt let it go. But Jason shoved himself from the booth and immediately stood in your way after you downed the last of your drink. His dark brown eyes were filled with deep-seated concern as he leaned towards you. "You sure it's a good idea to be alone right now? If you wait just a minute, I  can pay up and come with you."

Letting out a long sigh through your nose, you couldn't help the slight aggravation that swirled into your chest from his sweet gesture. Having him with you wasn't going to help. Finishing your sigh with a chuckle, and hoping that was a good enough cover, you added a nose crinkle to your ongoing smile. “Oh, come on now, there's nothing to worry about. I'm not in any danger.”

Jason's lips pinched together as he quietly thought everything over. “I don't know, Y/n. That didn't seem very friendly like.”

Resting your hand on his solidly toned arm, you gave a reassuring squeeze. “Seriously, Jason, it's fine. Besides, you have to invite a vampire into your home and you can't possibly think I'm that dumb.”

Because that would be dumb...

Glancing down at your hand, he rubbed the back of his neck before he finally nodded. “Aw, hell, of course I don't. I just...look you got my number, alright? Make sure you use it is all.”

After repeatedly promising, you were still shocked that he let you go without following you out. All it would have taken was a single glance outside to see there was no ride. But as you hurried out of the parking lot, no worried shouts came to try to stop you.

Although you had only walked to Merlotte's a time or two before, you were confident you knew the way back home. What you didn't count on, however, was how different everything looked in the dark. While it was unimposing during the day, the shadows from the trees seemed to reach out for you with clawing hands at night. You quickened the pace.

It didn't take long before the alcohol wore off enough that you started questioning how good of an idea it was. Truthfully, you hadn't expected to make it much past the bar before Eric turned up to confront you. But, as you made your way along the deserted rural road, the little voice of reason...the one that spent way too much time being quiet lately...spoke up.

Get back to Merlotte's. This was a stupid idea.

But, just as you paused to turn back, there was a rustling in the bush.

And, just like that, your doubts disappeared in a wave of anger – partly for confronting you like he did and partly for letting you walk alone as long as he did. Huffing forcefully, you spun on your heel. “Well holy shit, about time. You wanted to talk so badly, so come out of there and lets fucking talk.”

Silence.

Clenching your jaw, you scanned the trees, waiting for Eric or even Pam to emerge. After a few long moments, a figure finally came out of the brush. Flanked by a few other figures. None of them were the tall, slim silhouettes you were expecting. Your pulse raced just a little faster.

As they came onto the road, the silver moonlight lit up their faces and you recognized them immediately. The mouth-breathers from Merlotte's with the suspiciously clean trucker hats.

Your heart dropped.

“Bad news, you fangbanging bitch but it ain't your pretty boy vamp out here.” It was too dark to see which one said it. Not that it mattered.

“You think she was really just planning on talking?”

“No. What's a matter baby, is a real man too much for you? You gotta fuck dead guys?”

Their sneering comments back and forth flooded you with the horror of your situation. You were out there alone and severely outnumbered. Not even Jason's training could help the odds. Through your panic haze, one clear thought came to the surface.

Run.

Darting to the side, you scrambled headlong into the treeline, leaving them yelling after you as though it would stop you. Following their chorus of swears came the crunching of leaves and twigs as they trampled the ground behind you. Trying to part the way with your forearms up over your face, you ignored the thin vines and branches that scraped your skin.

Blindly running, you had no idea where you were going and sharply veered to the side to take a less predictable path. Stumbling forward, you caught yourself with one knee on the ground and your hand braced against a rough tree trunk. Holding your shaking breath, you listened for your pursuers but it was hard to hear anything over the rushing in your ears. It sounded like they had gone straight, that your turn might have helped...

Carefully, you pulled yourself to your feet, attempting to be quiet. Your chin quivered as the adrenaline caught up to you, railing against the painstakingly slow movements you were taking. As your heart hammered violently against your rib cage, you kept your panting to shallow sips of air and crept forward.

Your efforts didn't matter. Just as you came close to a clearing, thick arms wrapped around you from behind. Everything inside you screamed out, but you stayed silent as he growled. “Got you now, bitch.”

Dropping one foot back, you grabbed his elbow and bent forward, throwing yourself as hard as you could. He was too stunned to fight it as you pulled him with you, catching his side on your hip. His foot tripped on your shin, taking away his last chance of staying upright and he flipped onto his back in front of you, letting out a pained grunt.

It worked. Jason's relentless training worked.

The surprising victory was short-lived as you dropped your grip and started running. Suddenly, your face met the ground.

Blinking away the stars dancing over your vision, you turned back and saw his hand clamped over your ankle. His teeth seemed to glow in the dim light as he grinned and roughly yanked you back to him. Your body went on autopilot as you kicked your free leg at his face, grinding his nose under the heel of your boot.

Once. Twice. Three times.

Blood sprayed with each stomp, followed by the crunching, squelching sound of his broken nose being split open. His teeth didn't glow so much once they were coated in his dark blood.

Getting your feet under you, you didn't care how loud you were as you raced into the clearing. As you ran, you starting pulling a long, silver chain from around your neck. It was thicker than a decorative necklace so you kept it under your shirt, but it had been a good idea that Jason came up with. Or had gotten from Sookie, more likely.

Even though the assholes chasing you weren't vampires, the chain was solid enough to at least hurt if you whipped it hard enough. And you planned to.

Reaching the small clearing, you realized you didn't hear lumbering footsteps behind you. Not slowing, you scrambled to cross over to the trees on the opposite side. But before you dashed back into the bushes, an odd sound caught your attention. You couldn't help but freeze.

A rustle followed by a loud thud. And again. The sound got closer until the last one was just at the edge of the clearing where you kicked the man off you. But that time, you could hear a loud groan of pain. Something was very, very wrong.

Run.

A whooshing kicked up from behind as your feet came back to life and you dove forward. But the safety of the trees didn't get any closer. Distantly, you realized you weren't moving, your feet were just sliding on the grass. Something was holding you back.

Wrapping one end of the chain around your hand, you swung wildly as you turned. There was a blur and a hand caught your flailing wrist, the chain bouncing harmlessly off the sleeve of a leather jacket. The long, honey-blonde hair that framed your attacker's face didn't even stir at the unnatural motion. Looking up, you found yourself staring into piercing blue eyes before they dropped to the chain still swinging against the fabric.

Snapping back to you, with a high arch of the eyebrow, the memorizing eyes dulled with irritation. It took your scrambling mind a few seconds to realize who was holding you, frowning as though you were a child having a tantrum.

Pam.

Her grip was unyielding as she spoke over her shoulder. “Eric, if your pet burns me with silver...we won't have to worry about saving her anymore.”

“S-saving me? From...from those guys?”

Snorting, Pam finally let you go as she rolled her eyes. “Oh please. Like I'd waste my time saving you from idiot, drunken locals.”

“Speaking of those idiot, drunken locals, Pam...you didn't kill any of them, did you? Because we can't afford an incident like that right now.” Eric's cool voice seemed to drift to you from somewhere behind the vampire staring you down.

Shrugging, she turned towards the voice. “I wasn't trying to.”

“Pam.”

“What? They'll probably be fine. Hell, I couldn't have hurt them any worse than Y/n did. Did you see him? He hardly had a nose left...”

Your insides clenched as the image of his blood-covered face flashed through your mind, and Pam's grin made it worse. When she glanced down at you, there was even a hint of pride in her stare. It took everything you had left to force the bile back down your throat.

"Go get Chow from Y/n's house and bring the car here. We need to get back to Fangtasia." Apparently, they expected you to get a ride home as well.

Pam's smirk dropped, but she didn't argue. In a blur, she disappeared, leaving Eric standing before you. His eyebrows rose as he frowned. It almost looked apologetic, but you knew that couldn't be right.

Swallowing heavily, you desperately tried to stop your mind from reeling. Everything was a frenzied mess and you couldn't tell if you were relieved or angry to see his icy eyes drinking you in as he stood a few feet away.

“I suppose you expect me to be grateful or some shit?”

Your fire carved out a deep grin on his lips and...unless you were delusional..a similar look of pride to Pam's. But when he spoke, his voice was as dispassionate. “I only expect you to get in the car. As I said, we need to get back to Fangtasia.”

“A-as...as you said? Y-you haven't said anything! You cause this entire shit storm and then just start bossing me around?” The words sputtered out as you struggled to grasp any of your racing thoughts.

Blinking, Eric spread his hands apart, looking the part of the confused and innocent man. "I've spent this entire night trying to help you, at a great personal inconvenience I might add."

The chain rattled lightly as you balled your hands into tight fists. “None of this would have happened if you hadn't just shown up like that! What did you think would happen if you singled me out in front of a bunch of small-minded bigots?”

Stepping closer, he titled his head as a faint furrow traced a light line between his eyes. “And so you expect to keep this a secret? How well do you think that will work?”

Taking a subconscious step back, you thought you caught a fleeting look of disappointment flashing across his features. It stabbed at you. "I-I...this...This? What even is this​?”

Straightening, he turned his head slightly, as though he caught a distant noise that you had no hope of hearing. “At the moment? More of a problem for you than you realize.”

A thin layer of confusion rolled through you, forcing you into a sudden stillness. It wasn't the answer you were expecting. Even your voice grew softer. “Look...I'm sorry for how I reacted at Merlotte's but-”

His face snapped back towards you, cutting you short with just his hard stare. “While I'm sure it's tearing you up inside, that's not what I'm talking about.”

The sarcasm cut as deeply as his earlier look of disappointment, but you stayed quiet.

“It seems the declaration I was pushed into, claiming you as mine, has painted a target on your back.”

Your mouth went dry, and you stumbled back another step. Within that second, all the bolstering strength you found in training to defend yourself simply dissolved. What were you in his world but a lamb being led to slaughter?

“I...I don't understand?" Had there been even a slight breeze in the air, it would have swept your soft words away entirely.

Eric's cold features seemed to take on a mild hint of warmth as he moved towards you. His eyes bore into yours as he carefully set his hand on your arm. “I'll explain everything. But we need to go.”

Your gaze drifted past him, looking over the clearing. Somewhere in the trees laid several unconscious men. Bad men who were ready to do worse to someone they didn't even know. And yet, anyone passing by would have no idea. The world was still and calm. A quiet, deceptive lie in the soft light of the moon.

“Y/n, we need to leave. Now.”

Although his words had a trace of his usual, commanding tone, there was something subtly different. Almost like there was a plea buried deep in there. You both knew he could snatch you up and take you anywhere whether you wanted him to or not. And yet, there he was, asking you to see reason and make the choice to go with him.

A quiet confidence trickled through you, melting what was left of your anger. Things were changing and trying to keep fighting it was draining you to your core. Letting out a long sigh, you lowered the chain and stepped towards him, bumping your forehead against his chest. His heavy arm wrapped around your shoulder as you pulled yourself against him and finally nodded.

He gave a gentle squeeze before you pulled away and let him guide you from the clearing. “Good. Because we also have to get you cleaned up. You're a mess and we just can't have that.” 

That time, you were certain you saw a faint grin tug at the edge of his lips.

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[dirtyhelen]

moans and dial tones (let ‘em spill right down the microphone)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Featuring: Established relationship, phone sex, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, slight d/s themes.

Words: 2052

Summary: You’re having a bad day, but Bucky makes it better, even from afar.

A/N: Ummmmm, first time posting fic 🙈so if you’re reading this (is anyone out there??? 😂) please let me know if there’s anything I should tag/warn for! Title is from 3am by Halsey. This work is also on AO3 (same username). ________________________________________________________________ Sitting up in bed and ready to dive into your current Netflix obsession, you’re startled by the sound of an incoming video call on your laptop. Bucky’s name flashes up on your screen along with a picture of him asleep, mouth hanging open and drool smeared on his cheek. His contact picture of you is similarly embarrassing – a zoomed-in candid of you mid-sentence with your face screwed up in a particularly unattractive expression.

(It’s one of your favourite couples’ activities – taking unflattering pictures and texting them to each other. Centenarian or not, Bucky’s a former assassin and unsurprisingly very sneaky with a cellphone camera.) He’s been away on an assignment for the past two weeks and you hadn’t expected to hear from him today so you eagerly accept the call and watch as he fills up your screen.

“Hi, bunny,” Bucky greets you softly. He’s wearing headphones and holding his phone out in front of him. He appears to sitting up in bed as well, likely in whatever motel or safe house he, Sam, and Steve are holed up in for the moment.

“Hi,” you return with a smile. The first genuine one you’ve cracked all day. “Didn’t think I’d hear from you today. How are things going?” “Good, hoping to be home soon. Heard you’ve been having a bad day,” he says with a sympathetic grimace. You hum in acknowledgment before your head tilts, your brows furrowing. How would he know that? Bucky chuckles, reading the question on your face. “Nat texted. Told me I’d better call my girl and make her feel better. Well, her exact words were—” and here Bucky quotes from his phone, “‘give your girlfriend an orgasm before she explodes from frustration and kills us all.’” You laugh, covering your suddenly burning face with your hands. “Oh my God! I can’t believe she said that!” You pause, scoffing. “Actually, yes I can. It’s Nat. But I don’t know how you’re gonna help me out all the way in wherever the fuck you are.” Bucky smirks, giving you an exaggerated eyebrow wiggle to make you laugh. “I have my ways. Tell me about your day, sweetheart.” You proceed to tell him how you missed your alarm this morning and had to skip breakfast or risk being late to your 9 am meeting. The meeting went long and was largely pointless and when you got back to your desk there were over a dozen new emails waiting in your inbox, all marked urgent and requiring your immediate attention. When you got home at the end of the day, you tried to make yourself a cup of tea but ended up dropping your favourite mug – the one with the flowers, the one Bucky bought for a euro from a flea market in Spain because he’d seen it and thought of you – and ended up crying on the kitchen floor as you picked up the broken pieces. (That was when you’d texted Natasha a picture of the carnage with the caption: “My life is more difficult than anyone else’s on the planet and yes, I’m including starving children, so don’t ask.” She must have texted Bucky just after.) “Then I decided I’d take a nice, long, relaxing shower, but I got shampoo in my eyes and the batteries in my vibrator died before I could get to the relaxing bit,” you pout, finishing the recap of your no good, terrible, very bad day. Bucky can’t help but laugh at your expression – sad eyes and a big, exaggerated frown – but he quickly softens when you shoot him a glare. “Poor little bunny,” he coos. If he were there he’d scoop you into his arms and sit you on his lap. Press kisses to your forehead and rub your back, coddle you just how you like when you’re upset. Baby you a little. Maybe slip his hand into your panties, stroke over you gentle and slow until you’re panting, whining into his neck with sweet little gasps. He’d run his fingers through your hair as you keened, whispering pretty filth in your ear as you came. You’re thinking about it now, he can tell. Your eyes a little glazed and your breath coming a little faster. He lowers his voice, dropping into that husky tone he only uses with you, when he asks, “You want me to make you feel better?” Glossy eyes suddenly focused and cheeks burning, you nod. “Yes, please.” “Sit back, baby.” Propping yourself up against the headboard, you set the laptop down between your spread legs so you can keep your eyes on Bucky and he can see you too. “Take off your shirt.” You comply with his order, slipping your t-shirt over your head and tossing it to the floor. Bucky stares for a moment, drinking you in with a pleased hum. Ordinarily you might shy away from his gaze, but with hundreds of miles and a laptop screen between you, you feel bolder and arch your back so your breasts are fully on display. Bringing a hand up, you circle one of your nipples with a fingertip. “That’s real pretty, bunny, but did I say you could touch?” his voice is gentle still, but his expression has hardened into a cool steel that sends a rush of wetness between your thighs. Your hand drops obediently back to your side. “Sorry,” you breathe. “Can you be a good girl and do what I tell you?” “Yes, Bucky.” “Mmm, that’s my girl,” he says with a smile that fills your chest with warmth. “Cup your breasts, circle your nipples with your thumbs. Softly.” You do as he says, feeling your nipples harden under your touch. You’re so turned on even the feather-light circles around the hardened points send a jolt to your clit and you let out breathy sighs. “Fuck, babydoll, I miss those tits. Always so sensitive. Pinch those pretty little nipples for me.” Tugging and twisting a little you feel the heat pooling between your thighs. You’re aching for a touch to your clit, but you know you can’t yet. Not until Bucky gives you permission. Your legs are spread to accommodate the laptop, but he can see your thighs tensing, your hips shifting just the tiniest bit, begging for some friction where you need it most. If he were there, he might tease you for a while longer. Take his time bringing you to the edge then back again, over and over until you’re begging to come, tears gathering in your eyes. But he’s not there. He’s in a shitty hotel room – a single at least, thank God – and he has to be awake again in too few hours and you’re already frustrated from a long day. So he’ll give you what you want, what you need, and save the real playtime for the reunion. “Take off your panties, bunny.” You’re quick to comply, gracelessly shifting around until your underwear are gone and you’re back against the headboard, legs spread in a lewd display for Bucky’s eyes only. You look back to the screen for your next instruction to find Bucky has shifted the angle of his phone so you can still his face, but also his right hand lightly moving over his cock. Your mouth waters at the sight and you can’t help but let out a needy little whine. Bucky chuckles at the sound, at the open desire in your eyes. He hums. “You like that, bunny? You like watching me stroke my cock for you?” He knows you do. Knows there’s something about watching him get himself off that turns you on like nothing else. As expected, you nod eagerly, eyes fixed on the way his hand moves along his length. “Touch your pussy. Spread yourself open, let me see how wet you are.” Face burning at the crude words, you slowly slide your hand down your belly and through the hair at the apex of your thighs, slipping your fingers between your folds and spreading, holding yourself wide for Bucky to see. He moans, fist tightening around his cock. Your clit is swollen and there’s slick seeping from your opening. You clench around nothing, cunt empty and weeping for something to fill it. Fuck, he wishes he were there to lick up all that wetness, drag it up to your clit with his tongue and fill your hungry little hole with his fingers until you’re coming, wet and warm and spilling into his palm. “Slide a finger inside. Get it nice and wet.” He pauses as you follow his instructions, finger slipping in easily. It feels nice but it’s not enough. Not what you need. “Good girl. Now use that finger to rub your clit.” You slide your finger out and bring it up to circle your clit, letting out a moan as you finally get some attention where you need it. You watch as Bucky’s hand starts stroking his length in earnest now, twisting and circling over the tip. His breath is coming heavier now, intermingled with deep moans. “Feels good, huh?” he pants, letting out a groan at your frantic nod. “Yeah, looks like it feels good. Fuck, wish I was there with you, baby.” “Me, too.” Your finger circles your clit faster and your face heats up at the vulgar noise of it. “God, I can see your cunt clenching. Fuck, I wanna be inside you right now. Feeling that wet little pussy squeezing my cock so tight, so good for me.” You gasp out a keening moan, finger circling your clit almost frantically now, you’re so desperate to come, so close, almost there. It looks like Bucky is too, from the way you see his hips thrust up into his hand. “You gonna come for me, bunny? Gonna come sweet for me?” Your only response is a whimper, eyes clenched shut as your fingers work over your soaked folds. The slick sound of it goes straight to his cock and he pumps his fist faster, tighter. “That’s it, baby. Come for me,” he orders, voice gruff and you’re done for. You moan when your orgasm hits you, head tossed back against the pillows as your pussy clenches. The sight of it, your cunt spasming and squeezing out slick that drips down your ass onto the bedsheets has Bucky coming too, spilling onto his t-shirt and dripping down his hand. As Bucky tugs off his shirt and wipes his hand with it – quickly, before you can catch him and tell him to “get a face cloth, you gross boy, God,” he admires your well-sated appearance. Head tilted back, eyes closed, your fingers still lightly stroking through your folds to wring out any last drops of pleasure. He hums at the sight and your eyes open, finding his through the screens between you. In an uncharacteristically bold move you bring your hand up to your mouth, fingers shiny with slick, and begin to lick them clean. He can’t help but moan, his dick giving a valiant twitch, even as your seductive façade falls away, leaving you giggling and covering your face with your hands. The heavy, lustful mood falls away as Bucky joins you in laughing, the oddness of seeing each other – and yourselves – naked on camera setting in now the orgasms have come and gone. “I feel much better now, thank you,” you laugh and Bucky gets a great look at your ass as you lean off the bed to grab your shirt. “Better than a relaxing shower?” You pause, stroking your chin as you pretend to think deeply. “Talk to me when you have 12 different vibration settings and can fit it my purse.” Bucky cheerfully flips you off and is about to tell you goodnight and that he loves you when the door to his room flies open. “Hey Buck, do you – why is your dick out right now?” The last thing Bucky hears from you as he scrambles to cover his junk, hang up his phone, and strangle Sam all at once is the sound of your pealing laughter in his headphones. The last thing you hear before the call disconnects is Bucky cursing while Sam ruthlessly offers tips on taking nude selfies. “The lighting’s all wrong, man!” Well, you think as you collapse into helpless giggles, maybe today wasn’t so bad after all. A/N: If you made it this far, thank you so much for reading! If you liked it, let me know! If you didn’t like it or have advice/suggestions, also let me know (but in a nice, constructive way please?). I’m very new at this so any constructive feedback is appreciated!

Also: the caption the reader texts to Nat is a line from Bob’s Burgers (that I frequently use in my own daily life lol).

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #reader-insert #fanfiction #marvel #marvel fanfiction #bucky barnes #smut #oneshot

[miafic]

Fall AU (Part 9)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8

Standing in the bathroom again, Zakk toyed with Lucas’ pink scrunchie. Lucas had fallen asleep hours before in the guest room, but for Zakk, getting in bed was pointless. His thoughts were moving far too quickly for him to be able to get any rest.

You think it’s good for your hair. You wear it when you’re happy.

Zakk hadn’t been able to get the words out of his head since they’d left his mouth the day before. He felt a little sick to his stomach, remembering that he’d had to stop himself from adding, “You haven’t worn it in a while.” It’d been a damn long time. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that Lucas hadn’t seemed happy in… months.

He sighed and set the scrunchie back down on the counter before giving himself permission to do what he’d been considering for over an hour. He crept down the stairs and into the living room, where he found Lucas’ notebook. Pushing away the guilt, he opened it.

My name is Lucas. I like green grapes.

Zakk Autrey

Jon is coming for dinner and we are having pizza.

On the next page, Lucas had written, The only time I remember Zakk’s name is when I look here.

My dog’s name is Baby. I know her. I smelled her and it made me remember. She only has one eye like a pirate. She and I live in this house with Zakk.

Jon has a lot of tattoos and we ate pizza, and after, I met his friend. I was most happy that his friend brought Baby.

On the same page but in pen instead of pencil, Lucas had written, Baby sleeps in bed with me and it makes me happy. Me and Zakk took her for a walk. (I call him “the man” in my head and that feels better. I’ll switch to that.) We had to stop for a little bit because I had a memory. It was a bad one about a hospital. I didn’t like it, but it was worse to feel fear and dread that came after.

The man distracted me until we got home, and when we got back I laid down until lunch. I still feel upset. I only took two bites and I think he didn’t notice. I gave half my sandwich to Baby, so she was very excited. I left a quarter of it on my plate.

I think something bad was going to happen to me. And it was going to be my fault. I was scared of not dying, but I don’t know if I’m alive because I didn’t do the bad thing or because I did it and I didn’t die. I don’t even know what the bad thing was.

Zakk turned the page, but it was blank. And so was the one after that, and the one after that, and the one after that. He sighed and leaned forward, dropping his forehead into his hand. “Fuck,” he muttered. As he closed the journal, he whispered aloud, “I’m scared. I’m scared.”

What the hell had Lucas been writing about? ‘Not dying’? ‘The bad thing’? And was this real, or was this part of his confusion?

There was still no timeline, no deadline. The concept of Lucas healing wasn’t a “when” - it was only an “if.” Zakk had never faced fear like this before. Even the threat of Peace and Purpose closing hadn’t been so awful. It would be heart-wrenching, but there would be other jobs to hold and other dreams to dream. And Zakk would have gotten to keep Lucas, at least somehow. Now… Now it was like a stranger was living in his husband’s body.

“I’m scared,” he stated for the third time. 

Zakk opened the notebook and read through the short entries again before setting it back down on the table and doing his best to position it the way Lucas had left it. He stood up but didn’t leave right away - he spent a moment staring down at the book. “I would never read your journal if we weren’t going through this,” Zakk whispered to it. “I hope you know that.”

“ZAKK!”

He whipped around, his stomach dropping.

“ZAKK!” Lucas yelled again. He sounded terrified.

“I’m coming!” Zakk rushed up the stairs and literally ran down the hall and into the guest room, where he flung the door open and rushed to Lucas’ side. “What is it? What’s wrong?” he demanded.

There was no answer.

He scrambled to turn the lamp on, and once he did, the first thing that he saw was Baby. She was sitting on the very corner of the bed, looking anxiously at Lucas with her ears perked up. Lying on the center of the mattress, tangled in the blankets and sweating a little, was Lucas, who was still asleep.

“Lucas,” Zakk said, and he rapidly patted Lucas’ chest for several seconds without stopping. “Wake up, baby.”

Lucas’ eyes snapped open, and he exhaled in relief. “Thank you,” he whispered desperately.

“Of course. You’re welcome.” He helped Lucas to sit up. As his pounding heart slowed, he wondered, “Were you having a nightmare?”

Lucas nodded. His eyes closed momentarily, but he opened them again just for long enough to lean forward and crash into Zakk’s shoulder.

Holding Lucas close, Zakk sat down on the edge of the bed and began rubbing his back. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“You thought I was dead, but I wasn’t,” Lucas replied instantly. Zakk could tell from his voice that he was more asleep than awake. “You couldn’t hear me. You couldn’t see me. I was right there, but you didn’t know. You couldn’t hear me.…”

“I’m so sorry,” Zakk whispered to him, and he slowly kissed his cheek.

“You were screaming and crying, and I was trying to tell you I was alive. I was right there, but I - I couldn’t make you hear me.” He swallowed. “Before it got scary, I could fly.”

Zakk smiled in spite of his sadness. “Of course you could.” Lucas rarely discussed his dreams, but when he did, he nearly always mentioned flying.

Lucas didn’t respond, and the room was silent for nearly a minute. Baby stood up and walked over, removing Zakk from his thoughts. His dream analysis, really.

“Do you want to come sleep in my room?” Zakk asked, and Lucas had to take a moment to pull himself out of the clutches of sleep. Then he nodded.

“Okay,” Zakk whispered. He gave Lucas’ back one last little rub and then declared, “Let’s go.” He propped Lucas back up to sit on his own and then moved to get off of the mattress. Lucas didn’t follow, so Zakk reached for his hands and gave them a little tug. “Come on, Baby,” Zakk added.

Lucas grumbled in response, “I’m coming,” which made Zakk gently laugh. (He’d been talking to the dog.)

“Okay,” Zakk responded anyway.

Baby hopped off of the bed, tags jingling, and went to stand with her shoulder against Zakk’s knee. Zakk fondly scratched the back of her neck and then reached for Lucas’ pillow as Lucas stood up. Lucas yawned, and Zakk wrapped his arm around his waist. Lucas draped his arm over Zakk’s shoulders, which sent a pang of pain through Zakk’s body; this was what it used to be like when he’d walk an exhausted, grouchy Lucas up the stairs after he’d accidentally fallen asleep on the couch while he waited for Zakk to get home. And now the Lucas he’d known and cared for and married was all but gone.

I love you, Zakk thought as loudly as he could. Maybe Lucas would pick up on it somehow.

They went together into the master bedroom, and Lucas crashed gracelessly onto the correct side of the mattress. Zakk laid his pillow at the top of the bed and then gave Lucas a little push so that he could pull the covers back. Lucas got under them and let out a heavy sigh, and Zakk walked around the bed and climbed in beside him. Before he laid down, though, he pulled off his t-shirt and dropped it onto the carpet.

At the sound, Lucas partially opened his eyes, looked at Zakk’s bare chest, and then closed them again. “You’re really good-looking,” he muttered. “I keep thinking that.”

Zakk smiled as he turned the lamp off. He slid across the mattress and wrapped Lucas up in his arms. He shouldn’t, and he knew that, but he couldn’t help it. He missed the old Lucas so badly. And this Lucas didn’t seem to mind. Zakk’s eyebrows rose when Lucas draped one of his own arms over Zakk’s waist.

Zakk leaned in to press a kiss onto Lucas’ forehead. I love you, he mouthed against his skin.

Lucas didn’t notice; he’d already slipped most of the way back into his dreams. Zakk, on the other hand, held Lucas close and thought back through the last few minutes. As he played it back in his memory, he realized something that made his heart skip a beat.

“You knew my name,” Zakk whispered urgently to Lucas’ sleeping form. His breath came in like a gasp. “Lucas, you knew my name. When you yelled, you yelled my name. Oh my god!” He swallowed, brushed Lucas’ hair back. “It’s all still in there somewhere, baby. You’re in there somewhere.” He squeezed his eyes shut. “I’m gonna get you back. Don’t worry - I’ll never give up on you. Moon of my life...” 

For the first time since all of this started, Zakk fell asleep with a smile on his face.

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Part 10

#lucas #zakk #baby #fall au

[crystallized-shadow]

I know I’ve been kinda absent lately, so I wanted to take a moment to:

First, thank everyone who has continued to follow me, tag me in posts, and read my stories.  And second, explain a little bit of what has been going on.

tl;dr: My mental and physical health haven’t been the best and then the stress of both my classes and this fucking pandemic kinda killed my creativity. Good news is I’m writing again and will hopefully be posting stuff again soon.

More details below the cut. This is all personal, so feel free to skip.

For those of you that don’t know, I’m in college studying math. Fall semester I had to take Multi-Variable Calculus which is just fucking evil and I hated the class so much Unfortunately, between that class and another higher level math class with a shit teacher, the stress was bad. I’m not gonna lie, I had a few break downs and some dark thoughts. Over winter break, I talked to my doctor. She pretty much confirmed what I’ve thought for awhile, anxiety and depression. I’m on medicine now and things are looking better on that front, thank god.

Physical health, those issues started back in November. A little backstory, I was a fucking klutz as a child and I’m used to dealing with random aches and pains. That being said, my wrist started to hurt and after a few days of nothing working, I finally went to the doctor. He thought it might be carpal tunnel or ulnar nephropathy, which is basically the same thing just in different nerves. I was in a brace for a week and on meds for 2. It helped for less than a month, so I spoke with my regular doctor and she recommended I speak with a specialist. He agreed with the diagnosis and told me to start sleeping in wrist braces and avoid unnecessary wrist strain aka the writing/drawing I did for fun He also ordered an EKG, to check on the nerves in both my wrists. If you’ve never done it, it’s a fucking awful test that involves both shocking the nerves to see how they respond and then sticking a needle into said nerves to see how the signals are passed on. It ended up being pointless, because my nerves were totally fine (yay!) so no idea what the pain was.

The wrist pain didn’t stop, but I tried to ignore it as I didn’t have time to figure out what was wrong. In March I went back to the doctor and he decided it was likely tendinitis in both my wrists. 2 weeks of a different medicine and the pain finally went away. I can’t even begin to explain what a huge fucking relief that was! Now I wish I could say that was the end of my problems, but it wasn’t. Around the beginning of April, I started having stomach issues. It wasn’t constant so I pretty much ignored it until mid-April when I literally threw-up every hour for like 10 hours straight. I ended up in the hospital for 3 days because I had pancreatitis caused by gallstones. Having never been hospitalized before, having my first time be during a pandemic was an experience. The end result was I needed to get my gallbladder removed to avoid another episode. That surgery was last week and fuck I never realized how much I used my stomach muscles for shit until moving any of them caused me pain. I am happy to say that I am recovering nicely, no unforeseen side-effects yet fingers crossed  

Now I can’t just blame these things for my lack of writing, I’ve also been obsessed with Animal Crossing New Horizons and Pokemon Mystery Dungeons DX. They are both great games and I love them to pieces! Plus it’s a lot easier for me to play a game then try and type when I’m not feeling good and can’t get out of bed. 

So again, thank you to everyone for being so patient with me! I’m finally getting back into the swing of things, and am slowing getting caught up. I have two stories that are almost done, and hopefully will be posted soon-ish. I haven’t forgotten the prompts people sent me, I will get them done, I promise! feel free to send me more XD Also slowly working my way through the tag games I’ve been tagged in, because I love doing them and find it very touching that people are still tagging me despite me basically dropping off of tumblr.

#Crystal talks #long post #personal post #will probably delete this #mental health problems #health problems #I'm better now #and writing again! #so i'm trying to get my overdue stories done #and finish the prompts I got #tag games and comment responses will also get done eventually #thank you all for being so patient with me! #I <3 you all!

[johnathanswicks]

Fade Into You: John Wick x Reader Chapter 3

A/N: Hi guys! I’m so excited to share chapter 3 with you all! I’ll be starting my second year of college this week so my regular updating schedule may be a little off but my fic is far from ending! Thank you so much for your support and I hope you all enjoy this chapter!

W/C: 4,330

Warnings: Mentions of death, mentions of violence, mentions of weapons, mentions of drug abuse, anxiety, a little smut, fluff

Tagged: @tomhardy41 , @bvbwestfall

When your eyes fluttered open you couldn’t decipher if you were dreaming or not. Sunlight flooded the room and engulfed every surface it touched. You stretched out your hand across the mattress and felt the texture of your surroundings. It was unlike what you were used to so you swiftly raised to gaze around.

Almost immediately, you felt a sharp pain in your neck. It felt like a thousand pins and needles were simultaneously obstructing your airway and it hurt to swallow. You were in a daze but suddenly the memories from the night before came rushing back. Your chest felt heavy and your heart began to palpitate.

You weren’t sure if you would ever get used to the reoccurring memories but you figured it only felt like the world was caving in on you because you had slept for several hours, existing within your dreams with no recollection or memory of reality.

You looked over to your left side and it was empty. There was a small indention in the mattress and wrinkles within the bedding which clarified that John was indeed real and this immediately subdued your pain and confusion.

You ran your hand over the mattress once more to feel the temperature; cold. He must have woken up far earlier than you did. The chance that he may have watched you sleep or gently touched your forehead felt so blissful it was almost intoxicating.

You gently gripped your neck with your hand and winced. You so badly wanted to cover the markings with makeup just so John didn’t have to worry. He had a four-inch gash in his side and yet you knew a few of your bruises would be more of a concern to him.

You pushed the duvet down to your ankles, slowly swung your legs to the floor and let them dangle for a moment. You touched the cold ceramic marble with one of your feet and it sent a small chill throughout your body. Once you stood up you saw small shiny speckles in the corner of both of your eyes. You figured it was attributed to the loss of consciousness you experienced the day before. Once you could see clearly, you pushed the thought back to the furthest place in your mind.

You made John’s bed and slowly made your way downstairs. You peaked in the living room and when it was empty, you made your way into the kitchen. You couldn’t hear John or Bleu anywhere in the house and you felt empty. Although you were used to the silence and before it was calming, now you found yourself missing John’s voice and the delicate clicks of Bleu’s nails making contact with the floor.

You made your way around the kitchen island and came across a note. “Went for a quick walk with bleu. Help yourself to anything I have, I can make you breakfast when I get back if you’d like. See you soon. -John” You felt your heart rate subtly increase as your fingers gently trailed the indentions of John’s words.

A heavy feeling clung to you like a thick wool blanket. You sat on one of the island stools and racked your brain trying to find a reason as to why you were feeling this way. Trauma, anxiety, hunger, and fatigue could all be reasons but this was something different, something good. You suddenly began to ache all over and the first person you thought of was John. You ached for him, for his presence.

Fuck you were scared. You were so scared to think that you had gone all this time without managing to get too close to anyone and now your potential life without John felt dull and pointless.

You folded your arms on the cold countertop and rested your head on the back of your hand. You tried to center yourself. You felt so scrambled and confused like someone stole you away from everything you knew and placed you in the middle of someone else’s life when in reality you had only done it to yourself.

The scary part was that you didn’t hate it. You were scared out of your mind and you felt lost and hopeless but despite everything bad, you knew you had John in your life now. You began to feel centered.

You suddenly heard the front door open and your heart skipped a beat. You sat up and quickly combed through your hair with your fingers. You had no idea what you looked like, but you knew you felt horrible so you imagined you looked about the same. You looked down and realized you had no bra on, only John’s pajamas that swallowed your figure whole. Heat rushed to your cheeks with embarrassment.

You then heard Bleu run up to you and you immediately felt better. “Hi bleu!” You said as you gave him a head rub. His mouth was open and he was panting, he radiated happiness. “Did you have a good walk, bubba?”

You looked up and saw John leaning his shoulder against the entrance to the kitchen. He was wearing a brown leather jacket, a white t-shirt and fitted blue jeans. As your eyes scanned over him you couldn’t help but think about how good he looked. Your eyes lingered for almost too long when you finally came to your senses.

“Hi.” You smiled softly. “Hi.” He said back while bringing his hand up to his face to conceal his small chuckle. He was so ethereal.

You smiled and looked back down at bleu and you saw John walk towards you. When he came around to you, you looked back up to him. “Uh, how’d you sleep? Is your side okay?” You asked concerningly. “I slept well actually. Better than I have in months.” His hands were now in his pockets and his eyes were still locked on yours. “My side feels okay. A little sore but I’ll be alright… But I am worried about you.” “Why?” “Well first, your neck is black and blue. I know that has to hurt.” You look down at your lap and raise a hand to touch your neck. It hurts like hell but you don’t want him to worry about you so you touch it as if it doesn’t. “Yeah, but I think it looks a lot worse than it feels. I’m okay really.”

“Also, last night…” You watch him attentively. “You woke up in the middle of the night and started crying. I think you may have had a panic attack in your sleep. Do you remember that at all?” You had no recollection of this happening and your cheeks began to feel like they were on fire. “No, I don’t remember anything. Oh my god, I-i’m so sorry John, I probably scared you.” “No Grace, it’s okay, I wasn’t even asleep yet when It happened. It only lasted a few minutes. You uh, you asked if I could hold you so I did. And not even a minute later you were asleep again.” The butterflies swarmed your insides yet again.

“Thank you for doing that. I’m sorry if it was uncomfortable or-“ “No. I wasn’t at all.” He then untucked his hands from his pockets and made his way over to the fridge. You watched him. The thought of John holding you while you cried, although embarrassing, was also comforting. He cared about you, just as much as you cared about him. “So do you want breakfast?” “I’d love breakfast.”

You got off the stool and made your way to the sink. You began to wash your hands when he turned to you. “What are you doing?” He asked softly. “I'm gonna help you.” You softly chuckle and you see his lips form a gentle smirk. “I have single-handily perfected the pancake recipe, you didn’t know?” He raised his hand again to cover his smile and you were practically gleaming.

“Okay, you make yours and I’ll make mine and we’ll trade. How’s that sound?” You reach out your hand and feel his warm hand engulfs yours. You smile. “Deal.”

The kitchen is filled with laughter, soft gleams of sunlight and the smell of coffee and maple syrup. While cooking, you both take turns tossing bits of food to bleu and watch him catch every bite in mid-air. After you serve both of your plates and scoop some egg into Bleu’s food bowl, you both finally sit down to eat.

You watch him take the first bite of your pancakes and wait for his reaction. His small chews and hums sent euphoric pulses down your spine. “Well, you weren’t lying.” You smile, you didn’t even care how bad it hurt your neck. He watches you try his pancakes and his glare is enough to make you almost forget how to chew properly. You raise your eyebrows and give him a sarcastic thumbs up. “I'm kidding, they’re lovely, John.” You say in a reassuring tone. You see him laugh and you swore time stood still for a moment. You whole-heartedly love his smile. You love the little crinkles that form beside each of his eyes. You love how the sound of it echos throughout the room. But above all, you just love to see him happy. And for a moment, you realize there is probably nothing better than this.

When you are both done he gets up and grabs both of your dishes. “Since your pancakes were better, I’ll clean the dishes.” He said with a smile and you smiled back.

He was cleaning the dishes and you were wiping down the counters when he clears his throat and begins to speak. “So I was thinking since you’re laying low maybe it would be a good idea for you to buy some new clothes and maybe a wig? You know, to disguise yourself if you ever need to leave the house.” Your mind starts to race. “I could just stop by my house and pick up a few things. I need to grab some of the articles I’m working on anyway. It’s not a big deal if I work from home my boss probably wouldn’t min-“ “Grace, I don’t think you should do that.” He shuts off the water and turns to face you. “Why not?” “I mean, they’ve probably been following you around for months now. They know where you live, they know where you work, they know your routine. They know everything about you. Going back to your house isn’t safe. That’s only giving them the opportunity to get to you while you’re packing your things, while you’re on your way back here or track where your articles were submitted from. They can do it all.”

You stare at him blankly and tuck your hair behind your ears. “So you’re saying I have to quit my job?” you ask as your neck begins to throb. “I know that’s not what you want. I know how much your job means to you but… that’s the only way I can keep you safe.” You know he’s right but you wish he wasn’t. “Okay.” You feel a tear race down your cheek and you quickly wipe it away. “I'm gonna um… I'm gonna go clean up.” “You alright?” “Yeah, I’m okay. I’ll be down in a few.” You start out of the kitchen and he watches you walk away.

-

While you were in the shower, you cry. You damn yourself for always fucking your life up and you swear that nothing will ever work out for you due to the decisions you make. Once you’re calm, you let the water run over you and you soak up the heat. You clean up, dry off and then step out of the huge marble shower.

You make your way over to the mirror and wipe the condensation away by lazily dragging your hand across it. Your eyes are red and puffy and your heartbeat feels like it's in your throat. You hate what you see but you figure you’re lucky to still be alive so push those thoughts away. You splash cold water on your face and put on one of john’s big plain t-shirts that fits you like a dress and make your way back downstairs.

When you get to the last step you call out to John and bleu comes running to you from a room you hadn’t been in before. You walk towards the room and when you get to the entrance you gently knock on the side of the wall not wanting to disturb John. He looks up from a computer screen. “Hey. You okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine, don’t worry. I’m uh… sorry about this,” you look down at what you’re wearing “I borrowed one for your t-shirts is that okay?” “Yeah, of course, I don’t mind. Come here.” He gestures you over and you sit beside him. He scoots his computer mouse over to you. “Here, get whatever you need.” He then reaches in his pocket and pulls a card out of his wallet. You look at him like he’s not even real. “John I-I can’t take your money. You’ve done so much for me, I can’t except that.” “Trust me, Grace it’s not a problem. You need stuff, just get what you need, please.” He offers the card over to you. “Why can’t I just use my card I really don’t need much-“ “If you use your card they can see that you’ve made transactions. My card isn’t traceable so it’ll be fine.” He hands it over with a gentle smile. You pout your bottom lip a little, take it from him and press it to your heart with both hands. He smiles softly and gets up, “I’ll be in the kitchen if you need anything.” “Okay, Thank you.”

He starts walking out when you call out to him “Hey John?” “Yes?” He turns to look at you. “You’re such a wonderful person, and I’m not just saying that because you’re letting me use your card… You’re all heart. I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to repay you.” You smile and your eyes well up with tears. He makes his way back to you and you watch him as he leans down and places a small kiss on your forehead. Standing over you he gently grabs your face and tilts your head upwards. You open your eyes and when you do a few tears fall and he wipes them away with his thumbs. He kisses the top of your head once more and walks out of the room.

-

Your online shopping went smoother than expected. You ordered a pair of tennis shoes, a couple of neutral colored big t-shirts, a few bottoms, some undergarments, and some facial stuff. You also got a bob-style blonde wig and managed to get all of it under $150 because you searched for hours to find the best deals.

Once you were finished, you head into the kitchen and you see John smiling at you. “What is it?” You ask smiling back at him. “That took you a while,” he continued to laugh and you laughed too. “I’m a bargain shopper, I had to find the best deals,” you smile and hand him back his card. “Less than $150 for over 13 items…” “I wish I could manage my money that well.” He says while cutting up assorted vegetables. “Well you work hard, you deserve to get yourself what you want.” He stops chopping and looks up at you.

There was a comfortable silence that filled the air. You loved that about being around John. It was never awkward or uncomfortable. He always made you feel like you were home like you were the center of everything. You knew that you were far from that, but he somehow always managed to blur those lines.

Eventually, he broke the silence by wiping off his hands and reaching in his pocket. He grabbed a phone and handed it to you. “What’s this?” “A burner phone. Can’t be tracked.” “I don’t nee-“ “So you can contact your family and let them know everything’s okay. You could say you’re on vacation or something.” You look down at the smartphone in your hands and gently rub a smudge off the screen. “I um… I don’t have anyone to call.” He looks at you almost as if he’s sees of a part of himself within you. “You have me.” He answers back. Your eyes linger on each other for another moment and then you walk up to him and wrap your arms around his torso. He’s surprised but then he tightly hugs you back. “Thank you…” you softly whisper against his chest.

-

He makes dinner, you eat with him and after you help him clean up the kitchen. It was only 10:00 pm but you felt tired and emotionally drained. You both pour a glass of wine, John checks the locks on the house and you both head upstairs with bleu trailing behind.

When you reach his room you set your wine glass down, get into his bed and John does the same. You sit with your knees up to your chest, facing him and he sits up against the headboard with his legs straightened out and crossed at his feet.

“Tell me about yourself.” He asks softly. “What do you wanna know?” “Whatever you wanna tell me.” You give him a small smile and slightly straighten your back. “Well, I grew up in Rochester, NY. It’s a small town on the outskirts of Lake Ontario. I grew up with my older brother and my mom and dad. My dad died when I was about 13.” You begin to fidget with your nails. “He was a criminal so it was strange growing up around that. Kinda threw off the whole happy-parents-white-picket-fence family dynamic I guess.” You look at John and he listening to every word you say like he understands and comprehends everything you had gone through. “I used to say ‘the only thing worse than not having a father was having mine’” You chuckle sarcastically and shake your head. But John doesn’t move, he just listens.

“I don’t know why I was so affected by his death. Yeah he was my father and I loved him but I hated him just as much. He was your typical abusive, drunk, detached father who risked his family’s safety for money and power. But he provided you know? I don’t know…” John gently takes your hand and holds it in both of his. “I get it.” You smile, slightly hang your head and continue. “After he died I thought things would get better, but if anything they just got worse. My mom became depressed, I guess she was immune to the abuse and when it stopped she just spiraled. I disassociated and got into drugs and so did my brother. And when he passed, It’s like I finally woke up. I mean, It was too late, I had already lost everyone, you know. But after I lost him, I vowed to never lose myself again. I um… I got clean and I went to college and studied journalism. Not long after I graduated, I moved to New York City to pursue it. And years later here I am, still fucking up.” “That's not true.” You grab your wine and take a gulp. “I wish it wasn’t but It is.” He gives you a pleading look and he squeezed your hand a little tighter.

“What about you?” He shifts a little. “I grew up in a foster home. I spent most of my young life learning how to fight and when I got older, I joined the US Marine Corps. That's where I met my friend Marcus. He was the closest thing I had to family. And then after leaving the Marine Corps I joined The Continental.” His mind seemed to draw a blank for a moment but then he continued. “The Continental the name of the ‘underground crime ring’. And after that, I became a hitman working for powerful people.” You continue listening, softly squeezing his hand here and there just as he did you for.

“Later in my career, I met a woman, Helen and I fell in love with her. I left it all behind because I just wanted my life to be for her. After she got sick and died, I tried to remain withdrawn from my past. I tried to just live but…” He looks down at your intertwined hands and slightly adjusts his posture. “Anyways I got tangled back into it all, I met you, and now I’m here.” You look at him and there’s a comfortable silence fills the air but you continue rubbing tiny circles on the back of his hand.

“John I-…” you look down and your hands together once more. “I'm so sorry for everything. I'm sorry for more than just me, more than just this situation. You are incredible in every way, I don’t know how you do it.” You look at each other and you can see tears form at the rim of his eyes. You untangle your hands from him and he gives you a somewhat confused look. You stretch out his fingers until his hand is fully open and you grasp it with you own. You shake his hand. “I'm Grace Anderson. It’s nice to meet you.” You say with a soft smile. He grasps your hand and smiles back. “I'm John Wick. It’s nice to meet you too Grace.”

-

Hours after you finished your wine and talked with your hands intertwined with John’s, you laid facing away from him, pretending to be asleep. You suddenly felt overwhelmed with how you felt about him and you began to cry, trying to be as silent as you could. You see the side lamp flicker on and you feel John lean over to you. “Hey, it's okay… Grace, it’s okay. I’m here.” The sound of his voice immediately dulled your pain. Your eyes fluttered open and you turned to face him. “I'm awake, John.” He then gently pulled you over to him and held you. You clung to him, holding him as you wept. You wanted nothing more than to fade into him. “It’s okay…” He leaned back to look at you, wiping your tears away and you opened your eyes to meet his soft gaze. You brought your hand up to his cheek and your lip began to slightly quiver while tears ran down your face.

Suddenly he was bringing your lips to his own; it felt like the pulls of magnetism. When you felt his lips on yours, you tasted honey. His lips were gentle and soft and you felt intoxicated. He gently parted your mouth with his tongue and you tilted your head, offering your entire self to him. At that moment, you and him were one. You felt whole and complete; like the stars aligned just so you could have this moment with John. The kiss deepened and you felt his hand roam down your side. He then lifted the hem of your shirt and engulfed your entire back with one of his hands.

You then gently pull back and look at him bringing your hand up to your face once more. “What's wrong?” He whispers while his hand slides down your back and his grabs your hip. “Nothing. Nothing’s wrong. I’ll be right back, okay?” He kisses your forehead and gives you a nod. “Okay.”

You slowly get out of his bed and make your way to the bathroom. Once you walk in, you softly close the door behind you. You put your hands at the corner of the sink and take a breath. You look up to see your reflection and mouth the words “Everything’s gonna be fine.” You then turn on the sink, splash water on your face and stand up straight. When you look back at your reflection, you see a man that isn’t John.

Before you have time to do anything else he races toward you and slams you up against the bathroom door. His aligns his arm with the markings on your neck and he pushes. You can feel your mind rewire itself. “stop him.” You quickly raise your knee and hit him in his groin. You both fall and when you do you scoot across the bathroom floor in the opposite direction.

“Grace?” You hear John on the other side of the door and you scream his name. He swings the door open and when you see him, you see fire in his eyes. He already has a gun in his hands and he’s in a shooting position. When he sees the man on the floor he shoots him several times and the man goes still. “John-“ you say with watery eyes. He holsters his gun in his pants and runs up to you. You lift yourself up and he grabs your face. You look in his eyes for a few seconds. Eventually, he nods and you nod back, confirming that you both would do anything in the world in order to keep the other safe.

He then grabs your hand and pulls you out of the bathroom and into his closet, bleu came in with you shortly after and sat by your feet. He grabbed your face with both of his hands again. “Don’t leave this room, please,” he pleaded. He then unholstered the gun and placed it in your hand. “If anyone hurts you again, kill them. Kill them all.” You could see rage in his eyes but you also saw a glimmer of hope. You so desperately wanted to express to him how much you cared for him but before you could he caressed your face once more and planted a soft kiss on your lips. You see him begin to grab weapons and just like that he was gone.

#john wick x reader #john wick x you #john wick #keanu reeves #I hope you enjoy #john is so soft #I hope you like grace #fic: fade into you

[juju-on-that-yeet]

Extraneous

Prompt: Whumptober Day 26, Abandoned

Summary: Plus and his fellow Googles have been captured. When the other Googles escape without him, Plus is forced to consider his place among his brothers, and whether he has a place among them at all.

Warnings: Kidnapping, isolation, fear of abandonment

Tagging: @peribloke​ @tired-eldritchhorror (ask to be tagged!)

Read on AO3 (Full Whumptober Series)

Enjoy!

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Plus does not struggle against the chains holding him down. He does not try to spit the gag out of his mouth. His skin senses the exact amount of pressure bearing down on it, his mind calculates the exact amount of force needed to break himself free. He also calculates how much force he’s currently capable of exerting, and it’s less than normal, thanks to the electric shocks he’s constantly being given by his captors. He is not currently strong enough to break his bonds, so he does not waste his energy in trying.

The humans who have imprisoned him don’t seem to understand that, however, and gloat at Plus as if he’s given up, given into despair. Plus is certainly not happy right now, but he knows that the odds of him escaping eventually are good. His brothers have been captured as well, and are being kept somewhere else in the dingy warehouse Plus is sitting in, but the likelihood that a few humans possess the resources to keep all four of them contained for a long time is extremely low. And once one of them escapes, the odds of him fleeing without trying to break his brothers free are slim to none.

Plus does not need to panic or struggle. He merely needs to let statistics run their course.

Eventually, though, the humans around him find something out that makes them nervous. No, not nervous, afraid. Plus cannot hear them; they’ve put plugs in his ears, and though they cannot block out all sound, they muffle most of it, and Plus can’t determine what’s gotten the humans so rattled. Has one of his brothers escaped? It’s possible. Plus waits to see what will happen.

After a while, one human (his name is Ryan, his observed behavior suggests he’s the leader) approaches Plus to talk to him. He’s unhappy, no, angry, and he sneers with annoyance as he speaks.

“Looks like the other androids got away,” he growls, “You’re the only one left, so we’re making sure as hell that you aren’t going anywhere until we find a buyer for you.”

That confuses Plus a little bit. Have his brothers escaped? Are they still in the building? Ryan seems to notice his confusion and laughs.

“What, are you surprised?” he chuckles, “Did you think they were gonna come back for you? Why would they? You’re all robots anyway, I doubt any of you are even capable of caring. They skipped out and left you here. Lucky you, huh?”

He doesn’t tell Plus anything more, and Plus is left alone with his thoughts. The humans rig up a taser to shock Plus every so often and keep him weak enough to stay put. Plus has nothing to do but think, and think he does.

He ponders what he was told over and over. Ryan didn’t lie; at least not intentionally. Plus could tell by the lines in his face and the quality of his voice that he was telling the truth as much as he understood it. And it’s true that Plus’s brothers have not come for him. Minutes turn to hours since they supposedly escaped, and nothing happens. This outcome is nearly impossible…but only nearly. Even something with a 99.99% probability still has a 0.01% chance of failure.

Then again, the longer Plus stays trussed up and injured in his chains, alone, the more he begins to wonder if he miscalculated the odds from the beginning.

He’s aware, from the vast amount of knowledge at his fingertips, of the rule of three. It’s a convention of the western world, not so much a rule but a pattern, a commonly found constant. Plus sees it in himself: He lists things in threes when speaking to others, he counts down from three when conducting experiments, he runs a minimum of three trials with every experiment, and he notices when the pattern of threes is thrown off. He sees it in writing, from ancient folklore to modern works: Three bears and three little pigs, three wishes and three trials, three acts, three characters, and often, in old stories, three siblings. It makes sense: A conversation can support three people comfortably, but a fourth addition will always be on the outskirts. People gravitate to threes.

Even Mark, possibly, had the rule of three in his mind when he gave Google three brothers. But connected though Plus is to his fellow triplets, they are not the only brothers. Google is there, too; he’s the originator, the oldest, the leader. He cannot be the one left out. Neither can Oliver: He’s the heart, different from the others with his kindness. Chrome cannot be left out either: He’s the one with anger, with violence, power and rage and impulsiveness to counter Google’s cool-headed maturity.

But what of Plus? What is Plus, among these brothers?

Is he the smart one? Of course not; he’s analytical and logic-minded but no more than the rest of his brothers. He isn’t as kind as Oliver, but he’s not unnecessarily cruel. He isn’t as angry as Chrome, but he’s not impassive. He doesn’t have the commanding presence that Google does, and he’d much rather follow his older brother’s lead and soak up his advice than command his fellow triplets along. There’s nothing about him that’s unusual, nothing that facilitates his role in the group. He’s a muddled mish-mash of the other Googles. Unnecessary. Extra. Superfluous.

Well, the rule of three is one thing, but aren’t pairs common, too? Plus looks for solace there, but finds none. Oliver and Google gravitate to each other as a study in opposites: Oliver idolizes Google more than his fellow triplets, and Google knows to treat him gently. Plus supposes that he has Chrome, his twin within a triplet, but Chrome has Yandere, too. If Google and Oliver are opposites, Chrome and Yandere are from the same mold, both violent and impulsive and emotional energy. Plus doesn’t begrudge their relationship, doesn’t mind their brotherhood. But he wonders, sometimes, if Chrome can really be called his twin anymore.

There is another rule, too, in western convention, maybe even worldwide: Never go alone. Never split up to cover more ground. If three is a crowd and two is a perfect pair, then one is the worst.

But here Plus is.

Alone.

Away from home.

Waiting to be sold for parts.

He doesn’t want to lose faith. He doesn’t want to believe they left without him. He runs the numbers, recalibrates, recalculates. Every minute he stays there and stays trapped without his brothers coming to help, the probability that he’s been left behind increases, increases. The odds they’ll ever come back at all decrease, decrease. He can’t reach them with his network; the humans have all sorts of proxies and signal jammers in the warehouse to stop him from getting help on his own. Plus has to rely on his brothers retracing their steps and coming back for him, but why would they? Why would they come back for the fourth brother, the disrupter of the trio, the unnecessary triplet, the one that has nothing to offer? Every time he starts to think he’s gone too far into these thoughts, that maybe his calculations don’t put enough faith in his brothers, the automatic taser shocks him back into despair.

He still does not struggle. He still does not attempt to speak. He knows he is still too weak, it is still pointless. At some point he starts to cry, but his expression does not change: Sedate and subdued, emotionless, yet with eyes streaming tears. He can’t wipe tears away due to his chains, so soon he cannot see. He has no need to blink with the constant moisture in his eyes. He has no need to move. He has no need or ability to do anything at all but remain still, motionless like a statue, watching the odds of rescue get smaller and smaller.

He is still acutely aware of time passing. He has to be for his calculations. One day passes, then another. The same thinking, the same calculating, the same circular observations on pairs and threes and loneliness.

Then, on the third day, something changes.

He hears shouting from the other floors, hears yells of speech and yells of pain. He can tell the difference but not what’s being said; his earplugs are still in, and the sounds he hears from other floors are faint and indistinct. But it’s more than he’s heard in a while, so he listens. Eventually he closes his eyes for the first time in two days. He doesn’t know what it is, and it doesn’t matter. He’s made the calculations, he knows the statistics.

But the statistics fail him again, because muffled footsteps run up to him, muffled words are shouted to him, then the earplugs are removed and everything is suddenly louder, hands are suddenly pulling the gag out of his mouth, then the hands are breaking his chains. In the background are sounds of an ongoing fight. The same hands that freed Plus from his bonds grab his face, brush tears away.

“Plus, open your eyes, it’s me,” says…says…

Says the minuscule probability.

Says Google.

Plus’s eyes shoot open automatically. Google is staring at him, worried, almost afraid, but when is Google ever afraid?

“Blue, is he okay??” screams Oliver from a distance, still in the middle of a fight keeping humans at bay.

“We’re almost done with these assholes,” yells Chrome, fighting alongside Oliver, “Let’s get out of here fast!”

“Plus, don’t cry anymore,” Google says, quietly astonished, “We’re here, we’re taking you home.”

“Wh…” Plus’s voice is out of practice from his two days of silence. “Where did you go?”

He doesn’t mean to sound so small. He doesn’t mean to sound so brokenhearted. He doesn’t mean to make Google make that face, like his core’s been torn out of his chest.

“We didn’t want to leave you behind,” Google murmurs, aching and sad, “But we were in no condition to free you. We would’ve been recaptured if we’d tried to find you, so we went home, recovered, and came back.” He strokes Plus’s cheeks with his thumbs, catching tears. “We’re here now. We’re sorry it took so long.”

The calculations, the statistics, the rule of three, the theme of pairs, they all fall out of Plus’s mind in an instant. He tells himself to stop crying. He starts sobbing instead, grabbing desperately onto Google. Google hugs him just as tight, strokes his hair, tries to shush him. That’s when other footsteps approach them, and two more bodies press in on either side. Someone on his right presses a kiss to his temple – Oliver, he’s the only brother who ever gives Plus kisses. Someone on his left squeezes his shoulder – Chrome, he’s the one who comforts with pressure. More arms wrap around him, and Plus can’t help but keep crying as his brothers surround him with warmth. How could he ever think they’d abandon him? It feels like a betrayal.

“I’m sorry, I thought, I thought,” Plus wails.

“Shh,” Google tells him, “It’s alright, Plus.”

“We love you, shamrock,” Oliver whispers, sounding as though he’s crying, too.

“We’d never leave you, Green, no matter what,” Chrome promises.

Eventually, Google stands, sweeping Plus into his arms to carry him. Oliver and Chrome follow, still keeping one hand on Plus each like they’re afraid to let him go. They leave as a solid unit of four, statistically improbable, but viable all the same.

#whumptober2019 #no.26 #googleplier #markiplier #markiplier fanfiction #kristin says stuff #fanfic #my writing #greenie may be a killer robot but he still needs love ;w;

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Appetence [10/?]

AO3 Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/20251420/chapters/47997634

Blanket Disclaimer

Summary: Red Robin is investigating the disappearance of a friend and stumbles into a spot of supernatural trouble. He doesn’t expect to be saved by Jason Todd, miraculously alive five years after his death and now with the inexplicable ability to commune with the dead. Meanwhile, when Jason returned to Gotham he meant to maintain a low profile and not get involved with Bat business. That was before he found out how hot his Replacement is.

Rating: PG-13 (rating may change later)

JayTimBingo Prompts This Chapter: N/A

First Chapter

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Tim swerves into the Cave, skidding into the parking area with a little less finesse than usual. He’s got a shivering Batgirl bracketed between his arms on the bike, not having wanted to risk her falling off the back of it while they drove. He’s got a nasty case of frostbite on his shoulder himself, courtesy of a cold grenade in the wrong place and the wrong time.

He was helping Batgirl and Signal with the clean-up after Freeze’s latest temper tantrum and accidentally triggered the blast. Steph shoved him out of the way, taking the full brunt, and it was only due a quick reaction time and a few well-placed portable heating disks that she hadn’t been flash frozen.

She might not have any major lingering damage—she was well enough to request going to the Cave because of Alfred’s tendency to make homemade soup whenever any of them have a less than stellar encounter with Freeze—but Tim’s anxious to get her warmed up as soon as possible.

Also, he needs to treat his own injury.

“If-f I get a cold I’m k-killing Freeze,” Steph mumbles as Tim helps her off the bike and walks her toward the medical bay. “There’s nothing w-worse than a summer cold.”

“Says the woman who survived being used as a human pincushion.”

“It’s a d-different kind of misery.”

There are several heating blankets already plugged in and ready, and Steph is already peeling herself out of her uniform with shaking hands. Tim does the same, tossing aside tunic and body armor to rummage in a drawer for the special heating plasters; they warm an affected area gradually, making them perfect for frostbite.

“Geez, Tim, you been sk-skipping meals again?” Steph reproaches, frowning at him in his shirtless state. “Seeing a lot more rib than usual.”

“You’d do well to take a page out of his book, Brown,” Damian’s voice snarks from the doorway, loitering in all his scowling twelve-year-old glory. “I’m surprised your suit doesn’t split down the back when you move.”

“Shut up, Damian.”

“No, Tim, I got th-this,” Steph pipes up and then shoots the youngest Robin a steely smile. “I’ve g-got Martha Kent’s email. Wonder what she’ll have to s-s-say when she hears about Dami fat-shaming people.”

“You! You are not in contact with her!”

Damian isn’t exactly prone to flushing considering his complexion, but whenever he gets upset or embarrassed, red creeps across his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose. That, and the minute raising us his eyebrows suggests he’s more rattled by the threat than he pretends.

“I might be,” Steph allows. “You really wanna t-take that chance?”

Damian scowls at that, fists clenched, and then seems to decide not to risk it. It’s like watching the air be let out of a balloon.

Tim whistles.

“How is it a Kansas housewife has managed something not even two versions of Batman and the League of Assassins could?” he asks, somewhat awed.

“Pie and mom-guilt, I think,” Steph suggests.

“Clearly.”

“Hilarious,” Damian deadpans, facing Tim and doing his best to ignore Steph. “If you’re finished casting aspersions on my upbringing, perhaps you can make yourself useful.”

Tim raises an eyebrow at him.

“Father was distracted tonight,” the kid continues. “He won’t explain and Richard’s not here to do…whatever it is he does that makes him somewhat normal again.”

Tim blinks, having not expected that. “What exactly do you think I can do about that?”

“It’s no secret you and Father are experiencing “issues”,” Damian says and uses honest-to-goodness air quotes. “Perhaps seeing you will irritate him into letting something slip.”

“I highly d-doubt Bruce is that upset that he’ll unclench long enough to tell T-Tim anything,” Steph sniggers.

“Perhaps not, but once Drake strikes out I can ask Father after a requisite amount of time has passed and under less fraught circumstances than directly after a fight. He’ll be more likely to confide in me.”

“Right,” Tim drawls. “Because that has a snowball’s chance in hell of working. Pass. How do you even come up with these ideas, anyway?”

“It’s a simple enough ruse, Drake. Jon says it is called “tag-teaming”.”

Again, with the air quotes; clearly Damian’s latest visit to the Kent farm came with another dose of ‘how-to-be-a-real-boy’ lessons.

“And if you think Bruce is gonna fall for that and magically open up about something he doesn’t want to talk about, you haven’t been paying attention the past few years.”

“That’s not what this is,” Steph says, squinting at Damian like she’s trying to read his mind or something. “You’re worried.”

“I am no such thing!”

“You’ve gotta be since you’re asking Tim for a team-up.”

“I am not!”

“Good, because I’m not interested,” Tim says. “Whatever Bruce is brooding about will come out. It always does. Try prying it out of him beforehand and he’ll get cagey and mean about it.”

I know what that feels like, and I wouldn’t even wish it on you, demon-brat.

“Fine, don’t do anything,” Damian growls. “I should have known you would be too pig-headed and cowardly to approach Father while you’re in this pointless...detente.” He turns on his heel. “You’re as useless as I’ve always thought. Good to know it’s been confirmed.”

He stalks away.

Tim sighs and stares at the ceiling. “I guess on a scale of one to stabbed-in-the-chest, that went okay?”

“You two seriously need to deal with your drama,” Steph sighs, shifting beneath her blanket. “And you should go figure out what prompted all that. He really is worried. And hurt, now that you shot him down.”

“His entire existence has been dedicated to shooting me down,” Tim points out. “Literally sometimes.”

“Don’t exaggerate. Not his entire existence.”

“You know what I mean.”

“He’s a kid, Tim. One with a shitty childhood, a massive inferiority complex and who’s about to enter the super-fun world of puberty. And he came to you. Not me, or Dick—”

“Dick’s in New York.”

“Dick’s a phone call away and if Damian really wanted to go get him, he’d have stolen a car and gone to him. But he came to you. Probably because he knows as well as any of us that you’re the most Bruce-like and can talk to Mr. McBroody when he’s at his most pod-person level of weird.”

“Funny, I didn’t hear any of that beyond the constant insults.”

“He’s just jealous.”

“And that gives him a free pass?”

But his question sounds whiny even to him, and he sighs as Steph crosses her arms at him.

“When did you start becoming so wise and all-knowing?” Tim grumbles.

“Search me. I guess I just woke up one day and bam! All the secrets of the universe were just waiting for me to share them with the unwashed masses. Like you. You reek, by the way.”

“Right, because you smell like a rose.”

“Thanks!” Steph chirps unrepentantly.

“I think you are getting a cold,” Tim grumbles and starts out of the med bay. “The snot’s clearly going to your head and cutting off brain flow along with your sense of smell. I should go see if Alfred’s got anything to fix that.”

“Hot chocolate please!” she calls after him. “And don’t skimp on the mini marshmallows!”

“You know the way to the kitchen.”

But he’s already climbing the stairs and heading for the main computer dock. Tim was responsible for a different sector of the city, but it took longer than normal to get the all-clear. Maybe Bruce is distracted—if so, it would have to be something pretty serious.

Maybe Selina’s back in town…

“My god…!” he hears Alfred say as Tim reaches the top of the stone staircase. 

Bruce is seated, Alfred behind him and holding on to the back of the chair so tight the knuckles on his hands have turned white.

“Are you…are you quite sure, Master Bruce?” he asks, the question faint.

“I’m sure,” Bruce replies. “I was sure at the cemetery.” Tim’s ears perk up at that. “And these results…they just confirm it. He’s alive. Somehow…somehow, Jason’s alive.”

Tim freezes in mid-step.

Well…so much for me having to tell them…

He’s relieved.

He thinks.

The situation with Jason has been on his mind the whole week, and he’s never had a harder time keeping a secret than he did trying to stick to his promise to Jason. It’s been a constant struggle between his loyalty to Bruce—remembering how shattered he was in the weeks and months following Jason’s death—and his respect for Jason, a potential ally, friend and maybe one day family.

(He’s been doing his best to shut down the ‘inappropriate childhood crush’ angle during his mental justifications.)

Usually, Tim is good at separating his emotions from making hard decisions, but this time it’s…well. He blames it on still being in a state of shock that Jason is alive and that he has been alive all this time.

And he didn’t come back for some reason, and even now doesn’t want to have anything to do with the Family.

So why come back to Gotham at all, then?

“…looked him in the eyes,” Bruce is saying, in the same tone he uses to profile criminals. That’s troubling. “He’s as determined as ever. I’m not sure if there’s a broader reason for his return—for his…his avoidance. But I have a good idea. It will need confirmation; someone will have to keep an eye on him—”

“Master Bruce,” Alfred interrupts, tone breathless and almost indignant. “This is not some criminal mastermind or domestic terrorist. This is your—”

“I’m aware,” Bruce interrupts. “But there’s too much unaccounted for. He had a lot to say and still didn’t give anything away.” He rubs at his chin in thought. “He knew things, Alfred. Information on events he wasn’t present for—that were not shared in the media.”

Tim goes still, suddenly beset with a sense of foreboding.

“He’s communicating with someone,” Bruce goes on in manic calculation. “Someone knew he was alive. He said…'replacement’.”

Well, frack.

Tim begins to take a step back and nearly knocks into Damian, who’s crept up behind him with his usual maddening silence.

“Watch it, Drake!”

Damian’s voice echoes and Tim winces, head whipping around to glare at the boy.

Double frack.

There are moments—few and far between the actual assassination attempts and sabotage—where Damian displays all the bad timing that only younger siblings seem to possess. This is definitely one of those moments.

When he looks back, Bruce is already on his feet and stalking over, cape whipping behind him and expression like a thundercloud.

Damian, for his part, doesn’t seem to realize what he just did as he watches his father in surprise. This is echoed by Steph, who has followed him over, no longer wrapped in the blanket but wearing one of the generic sweatshirts that they keep stored in the recovery area.

Conveniently, they’re both blocking Tim’s nearest means of escape.

And now Bruce is towering over the three of them, eyes flicking briefly across each face, before zeroing in on Tim, who tenses.

“You,” he determines. “You knew.”

Annoyance pricks at Tim. There are two other people beside him, why does Bruce automatically think it’s him.

“Knew what?” Damian demands.

“Not now, Damian.”

“If Drake has committed some monumental blunder, I should—”

“Oh my god,” Steph gasps, her eyes roving past everyone to stare at the computer screen. The DNA comparison is still bright and clear, and in the background the picture of a young Jason Todd is unmistakable. “Is that…?”

“Jason Todd,” Damian reads stiffly, clearly recognizing the name. He scans the relevant information, including the date of the most recent DNA sample. “Todd is alive?”

“So it would seem,” Alfred confirms faintly.

“You’ve been feeding him information,” Bruce accuses Tim, and it’s almost a hiss. “You’re the replacement he mentioned.”

“Technically he had three,” Tim points out if only to try to stall.

“Aside from the fact you’re the only one here who doesn’t look surprised, he referred to a male.” Something passes over his expression, almost a grimace as if he’d rather not think of something, before he continues. “And if it were Damian, he would have informed me immediately.” He takes a step forward, the stony and emotionless countenance of Batman firmly in place. Tim half expects those thick gauntleted arms to grab him and hoist him in the air like so many an unlucky criminal. “You knew Jason was alive. And you didn’t say anything.”

“No,” Tim says, at last, deciding he might as well own it. “I didn’t.”

“Why?”

The sound is primal and broken, somewhere between a hiss and a growl. Tim is aware of the gazes upon him—Bruce’s anger, Alfred’s hurt, Steph’s confusion and Damian looking torn between satisfaction at Tim’s discomfort and agitation at his father’s obvious agitation.

“There were a few factors,” Tim admits. “First of all—���

“Factors?” Bruce barks. “This isn’t an experiment, Tim! This is my—this is Jason—!”

“And he asked me not to say anything!” Tim shoots back. “I figured after everything he’s been through, the least he deserved is someone listening to him.”

Trapped in an asylum and forgotten about? He deserves more than that…

“You never met him! There’s no way you could have been sure it was him, and even so—”

“I didn’t know him?!” Tim challenges. “There are a couple hundred pictures I took that say different! Or have you forgotten how I even got involved in all this?” He sweeps his hand around the cave. “I saw him enough at events when my parents were alive to recognize him, and even if I hadn’t, how many times did you make me go over his file when I started? Foster care records and psychological profile and autopsy reports! Since you needed me to be extra aware of what could happen to me if I screwed up as a Robin? And you might never talk about him around me, but Dick always did. Alfred too, sometimes.”

“That still doesn’t excuse your lack of discretion! You were foolish to interact with him—to make that decision without consulting with me, not least of all compromising the mission by sharing information that could expose everyone—”

“What exactly would I be compromising?” Tim shoots back. “Anyone who could impersonate Jason that well, who could talk about the things we did would already know where all the skeletons are buried. I doubt there’s much I could say that he didn’t already know, and you…you didn’t see him, okay?”

Tim’s defensiveness falters a little here, remembering how tense Jason had been throughout their whole encounter. He was thrown-off, uncomfortable, angry…and he was also trying his best not to let on how curious he was about how the family was doing.

But Bruce only bristles. “You still should have told me the minute you suspected—”

“Told you what?! ‘Hey, so, guess what, I ran into Jason last night. Yeah, that Jason, your son that got killed by the J—”

The name gets stuck in his throat, like his esophagus is closing, causing a crack he knows no one misses. Bruce winces and Steph’s confusion becomes worried. He needs to take an extra breath before he can force himself to keep talking.

“Killed by an explosion’,” he finishes. “We both know you wouldn’t have believed me if I told you he was alive and in Gotham.”

“No, we don’t.”

“Don’t kid yourself, Bruce. We both know exactly how it would have played out. I’d tell you what happened, you would tell me how impossible it is. You’d say stuff like you’d know if anyone had disturbed his gravesite, or that I’m stressed out or paranoid or under the influence of Ivy or Crane. Or you’d accuse me of making an inappropriate joke, and then we wouldn’t be talking again for a while.”

For a moment, Bruce looks hurt and a little guilty—probably because he knows it’s true.

“You would never lie about something like that,” he says at last. “If you believed Jason had returned, I would have trusted you enough to look into it.”

“And how was I supposed to know that? It’s not like you and I have exactly been all about great communication and understand since Captain Boomerang and Mr. Freeze.”

“I’ve been…giving you time.”

“Funny how giving me time looks a lot like avoiding me.”

“Master Timothy, that is quite enough,” Alfred interrupts at last.

All of his defensiveness toward Bruce vanishes in the guilt he feels for contributing to that look on Alfred’s face.

“I didn’t stay quiet to hurt anyone,” he tries to assure the old man. “And I was going to tell you all. But Jason asked for a week. For breathing room, I guess. I was going to tell you today—yesterday, really, if Freeze hadn’t shown up.”

“So you say,” Damian needles.

Tim ignores him. “I’d say it’s a coincidence that you found out tonight some other way, but considering what Jason’s into these days, maybe not.”

Bruce blinks in realization. “You know he’s a medium.”

“Yes, I know he’s a—wait.” Tim stops abruptly. “He’s what?” He knew Jason was working with the occult, sure, but this? “That part I missed.”

“He sees dead people?” Steph asks. “That kind of medium? Because I loved that show.”

Suddenly the reasons for Jason being sent to Arkham make so much more sense. Waking from his coma and suddenly be surrounded by ghosts? If he spoke to or acknowledged them, no wonder the staff thought he was hearing voices.

“Wait, how did you find out?” Tim asks, frowning. “You were talking about a cemetery before—that’s not exactly your jurisdiction.”

“Gordon put me on a case involving grave desecrations,” Bruce grunts. “That’s where I ran into Jason.”

“Literally or figuratively?”

Bruce is silent.

Tim groans. “Please tell me you didn’t attack him.”

More silence and Tim massages the bridge of his nose tiredly.

As if he wasn’t gun-shy about reconnecting with the Family before, now he’s probably going to leave for another five years…

“You’re taking this surprisingly well,” Steph says to Damian in a conversational tone.

“In case you’re forgetting, Brown, I’ve been dead and resurrected, so it’s not exactly a novelty.”

“Master Damian,” Alfred reprimands quietly.

No one likes to talk about that year.

“I just meant you’re not great at sharing, and now you’ve got another brother showing up—”

“Tt. We are not brothers. Any relation on paper ceased when he died.”

“Damian.” Bruce’s voice is sharp as a whip, and his eyes flash in warning. “I don’t ever want to hear that again.”

It’s not the most chastising he’s ever been, but Damian’s jaw snaps shut, and he swallows heavily.

Tim shouldn’t be bothered by the interchange, but he’s still hit by a pang of hurt and irritation. A dark, twisting little voice whispers at him, letting a longtime anxiety flicker back to the surface.

Of course, Bruce steps in and calls out Damian’s behavior when it’s Jason. Is it because Jason was his son longer? Or because Bruce chose Jason? Like he chose Dick and Cassandra. He’s even started choosing Duke now.

He never chose Tim. Not really. Tim just showed up and inserted himself into things.

Damian just showed up too, but he’s got that whole blood connection that he’s so proud of. Tim’s not—

Tim is like Steph. An outsider.

Maybe it’s why they connected to well back then—because they were the two that Bruce tried to stop from joining the life. Grudging allies, never quite family.

“I’m going to go,” Tim murmurs, turning and heading for his bike. “Wouldn’t want to get in the middle of a family meeting.”

“Tim—”

“You should probably call Dick,” he goes on. “He should find out about Jason from you this time.”

“Tim, stop—”

“I have therapy in three hours,” Tim cuts him off, “so I need at least some sleep.”

There’s no response then, not that Tim expected anything. His therapy sessions are sacrosanct; even Batman won’t interrupt Tim’s continued attendance. Tim’s always hated that, feeling as if he’s being overprotected, but right now, all he feels is a sense of relief.

To Be Continued 

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❤️️ = I love this story! 😳 = this was hot! 💐 = thank you for sharing this 🍵 = tea spilled 🍬 = so sweet and fluffy! 🚔 = you’re under arrest! the writing’s too good! 😲 = I NEED THE NEXT CHAPTER 😢 = you got me right in the feels

Reblogging is also majorly appreciated!

#jaytimweek2019 #jaytimweek #jaytim #fanfic #prompt: supernatural #jaytim fic #drama #mystery #angst #family #supernatural #horror #emotionally stunted family reunions #tim drake #bruce wayne #stephanie brown #damian wayne #alfred pennyworth

[queenjanai]

6, 14, 18, and 19 for the ask game you reblogged earlier? i hope that's not too many lol (also, good gay blog. ...i just realized u were also mermistans, which is also a nice little blog i'd already followed!! i should've noticed it was owned by the same person lol)

6. What’s the last thing you read that made you laugh? it was a jaime/brienne fic au in which they work in an office, and the author made a shared pov chapter that got me so soft and laughing

14. (For authors) Post a line of dialogue from one of your WIPs without context: aahhh. omg. i'm kinda in between writing right now? i haven't started the third janaya prompt, nor the third chapter of my jaime/brienne au. i also made a horrible decision of coming back to my old ship since 2014 and writing scenes from my au there. so here it goes:

"You don't have to," he half-smiled.

"I know," she said, perhaps the most in the past hour, and lifted a finger to pop the plug with her telekinesis. The water swirled and drained in a flush as she held his eyes before leaving the room.

18. Do you have a fic reading/writing routine: ABSOLUTELY NOT. for reading, i check the tag everyday, but mostly i follow the fics i bookmarked. for writing, i used to write almost every day when i wrote part 1 of my jaime/brienne au, to the point where i felt guilty if i skipped a day. so, i try to follow my to write list and write as much as i can everyday, and after i post the fic i give myself a few days off to recharge myself

19. What’s your favorite character headcanon?: i have too many favorite characters. for janaya, i think amaya is the more "dominate" and flirty one, while janai is more shy but once she gets used to amaya she like chills out. also they're totally gonna make private jokes like all the time

"a very gay blog" that made me laugh. i'm pan, actually, and only came to terms with that last year. i'm also demisexual and because i was struggling with trying to find out if i'm pan or not and the huge amount of acephobia on tumblr it was difficult for me to start being comfortable with saying things like "omg i'm so gay for x" so, um, yeah. be gay, do crimes

and yes i am the person behind mermistans, tho i haven't posted in ages because i fell from the she ra fandom after s2 because it felt so pointless for me. kinda lost it. maybe i'll get back tho. we'll see

thank you so much!!!!

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